"What was that package that came in the mail today," asked Mr. Wild Dingo. "Oh that was Juno's backpack. Her physical torturer therapist, Madam Jenny recommended she carry her own water for hikes."

I don't say it often enough, but I love this dog more than words can say. Last month, I lost the cracker and criminal on a forest run. Before you panic, I’ll just skip to the end and tell you both were found and everything is OK. And before readers claim “Never let a Sibe […]

The number of days before she can huff her displeasure at Mr. Wild Dingo once again. But who's counting?

"When I walk in the spa, this is what I see. Everyone stops and they're staring at me. I got passion in my jodhpurs and I ain't afraid to show it."

"Awe Pop! It's so darn cute when you try to shoot me! O.K. I'll play: Please don't shoot Mister!"

You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty." ~ Mahatma Gandhi I needed to hear and read this. Yesterday's tragedy in Boston felt like the cherry on top of the pile of human and animal horrors posted daily […]

Nothing bonds this team like a bag full of dried chicken.

"That's right, Internet. I'm back in boot camp to plump up my booty."

I have no idea why I keep getting poison oak outbreaks all over my arms and neck. Nope. No idea at all.

Every now and then, Mr. Wild Dingo and I will put on an old play list and this song by Tom Waits will play.  Every time without fail, one of us will always say, "Maggie's song."  It was very clear how seasons affected Maggie, especially later in life. In January, her mood and energy would […]