Now I know why that rediculously tall guy in the back holding onto the beam asked me if I dusted up there. For the record, I do. Luckily he doesn’t hang on to my chandeliers or his fingers would be gray!

Oh the deadly Hurricanes. We had 2, 3-gallon tanks filled and they were emptied at the end of the party. Hurricanes go down easy but hit pretty hard!

The parlor was the dressing room staging area. Everyone was having a good time until:

These two crashed the party. A very generous guest brought them a very generously sized bone.
“Hey mom, what’s the big idea with leaving us outside when the party is in here?”

That bone must have been intoxicating because my bad-ass GS/FMD suddenly became giddy.
“Does this boa make my ears look big?”

 Some guests actually couldn’t keep their hands off his ears. It was a bit freaky. 

Even in his boa he looks like he kick some ass.

I wasn’t watching Juno very closely, but the next thing I knew, she was sporting a whole bunch of beads.
“No, I did not flash my jodhpurs to get these beads!”

“Lady, go earn your own beads and keep your paws off mine!”

Ahhh! So this is how she earned her beads. She participated in the famous Wild Dingo Siberian Sandwich ™!  Mr. Wild Dingo and I like our meat well-marbled and find a Siberian Sandwich to be quite tastey.   We think it should go on the Mardi Gras menu right next to moon pies and cajun shrimp. Her misery is the secret sauce and makes it so much more delicious!

Especially since this is what I came home to on Friday afternoon:

For the record, the shreds in front of the shoe with all the Siberian fur entangled in them is all that was found next to the shoes. The rest of the shoes are in the Siberian’s tummy, causing great tummy pains for Mr. Wild Dingo and I all weekend long! That Sibe always seems to find an extra special way to crash my parties.

Happy Fat Tuesday Everyone!

“Ok, quit holdin’ out on us. We know Santa Paws brought us delicious treats. Bring them to me.”
“Did you say ‘delicious treats?’ WTF? And I’ve been eating these stupid stuffies all morning?”

“Nom. Nom. Nom. That’s more like it. Nom. Nom. Never underestimate this sibe’s snooter for food. K?”

“Hey Mango, do I make you proud with my neat and orderly slime line?”

“You took my stuffie? Inconceivable! You mock my pain.”

“This here santa hat? It’s gotta go. I’ll make this green stuffie go from hat to hatless in 3.5 seconds.”

“Hey Retardo, that there red and green stuffie looks like it belongs to me.”
“Nom, nom, nom…Really princess? I don’t see your name on it.”

“That’s because you can’t read Big Boy. Now hand it over.”

Then “plop!” went the sibe with her super secret Siberian tug strategy: The Plop and Hold.

 ”Lets see how far you can drag 53 lbs of gorgeous Siberian across the living room rug.”

“You’re worthless and weak big boy. Why don’t you just quit?”

“Because I don’t got nowhere else to go.”

“Oh my Dog! What happened to my ridiculously large ears?”

“What did you say? I can’t hear you. My ears seemed to have stopped working.”

“I’ve sunk to new lows.”

“I’m so bored. When do we get those Salmon Paws?”
“Princess, stop talking. You’re breaking my soldier-like concentration. Do soldiers wear bells?”
The stockings marked “naughty” do not belong to Mr. or Mrs. Wild Dingo. I’m just sayin’.

“This is more like it. A walk at the Christmas tree farm.”
“Princess, do these bells make my butt look big?”

“Hey Princess, where did all the people go that we saw here last week? This place is deader than Studio 54.”
“Dude, it’s like 85 degrees here. Christmas is OVER!”

“Tell us again why it can’t be Dogmas every day?”

More holidog pictures coming soon! Thanks for the Happy Holiday wishes Internet! We’ll be by soon!

Loki and Juno couldn’t resist Sugar’s fabulous idea to have a little fun and torch … err … torture a poor turkey, and probably a few vegetarians in the audience. 

(No turkeys were injured or killed in the production of the above photo. The views expressed above are not necessarily, yet could very well be, the views of Wild Dingo.)

Everyone at Wild Dingo is thankful for all our new found cyber-pals that make us smile every single day. There are some days we want to reach right through the screen and cuddle, wrestle, run, tug and even swim with you all. It warms us to have found bi-peds who are as silly as us and their amusing canine (and, gasp! feline) characters.

Thank you all for joining our challenging, yet entertaining (we hope) journey of life with dogs.

Happy Thanksgiving! Fluff your couch pillows and enjoy that trypto-faint!