As you may know by now, Mr. Wild Dingo and I are vacationing in the Greek Islands over the New Year. The Cracker and the Criminal are spending New Year’s with Switzerland’s rowdiest, coolest doggie spa and Pension pour Chiens sans Cage, Bernard’s Kennel.
By the end of the day, that Santa the subject of a Formosan-Siberian Tug-0-War. The Formosan ended up with the red jacket and the Sibe took the naked Santa as her prize.
Nothing makes me happier than to make Mr. Wild Dingo uncomfortable. So when our neighbor stopped me in our driveway Friday night to ask if Mr. Wild Dingo would like to be “Father Christmas” for his three children, I didn’t hesitate: “Yes of course he’ll do it,” I answered. Like I’m going to ask Mr. Wild Dingo his [...]
“Don’t blame me. I was just wrapping your present.”
Do you people know how hard it is to get a shot of the infamous Mont Blanc? Seriously Internet. When we walk by it every day and try to shoot it with a “point and shoot” camera (the only one I take on dog walks), the results are less than fabulous. The snow washes out against the sky [...]
They’re an unlikely pair. Juno and Mr. Wild Dingo. He prefers goofy, gruff, manly dogs and she prefers me. But every Sunday, the one day per week the four of us are together, she’s his and he’s hers for the day. The ritual of taking her leash each Sunday has bonded them in ways beyond my imagination.
This cooking thing is new to me. In my pre-Swiss life, I had a career and a two or three big hobbies that kept me too busy to try to do more than a few pastas, sautés, rice dishes, easy soups and salads. I’ve been trying for about a year to get my beef braising right. [...]
Or should we just move? This is just a small peak into the tornado that seemed to blow INTO my home the other day. Someone TP’d the downstairs foyer as well. Three rolls of toilet paper unrolled and chewed up along with only one flip-flop. Loki’s so disgusted he can’t even turn to look at the [...]
Ahhh! Now I get it! So that’s where the term “goatee” comes from. It’s funny how goatees on men give them a bit of a sinister look, but on a goat, with their bedroom eyes and pink smiles, they just look darlin’.
I’m so depressed. This time last year we had a Winter Woonderland. There was fresh snow and visiting family. Now, there isn’t a flake of snow in sight. How could I top last year’s masthead?
Does anybody out there have the illusion that having a working dog will help pick up some of the slack around your house? Think again!
It’s easy to get bad bokeh. For me, getting good bokeh is just luck. Especially with the point and shoot camera I use on my dog walks.
I think I’m in love. I had to step in about 37,000 donkey apples to get this shot. But look at those ears! Sigh.
I have this rule. Remember it? No Dogs On the Bed. No seriously. I have it. But everyone knows, rules are made to be broken, right? Only somepups in this house think they can be the breaker of that rule. Loki for example has taken to pacing around our bed each night for 5 or [...]
Seriously. It’s true. And not the dog you think. Mr. Wild Dingo had a bright idea to take the dogs to Lucerne on one of his days off earlier this month. Since it’s known to be one of the most picturesque mountain towns in the world, I thought it would be a fabulous dog walking [...]
“Wheat grass is the secret to my buns of steel and my enigmatic personality.” It’s hard to believe, just a few months ago, our forest trail had plenty of snack opportunities.
She’s come so far. Sometimes it’s hard to believe. We still have strong memories of her growling and running away from Mr. Wild Dingo and insisting on her aloof ways. She still growls from time to time at him, sulking because Mr. Wild Dingo may have given Loki attention before giving it to her, or gave him more attention. You [...]
Every now and then, they make a break off the path and have a game of tag in the rows of vines. Though I don’t encourage it and certainly call them out of it, I can’t help but laugh when it happens. This time it was too perfect of a set up for a little [...]
Autumn is the year’s last lovliest smile.” ~ William Cullen Bryant
“Hey Daddy-O, you have a peculiar smell, like you’ve been rollin’ a little on the much side.” “Doll, it’s not peculiar, just unihibited. A nice long roll in the local l’eau de vache. Wanna give it a try?”
