
“Hey Daddy-O, this beef trachea is the bomb. How come you’re not eating yours?”

Like all stereotypical males, Mr. Wild Dingo enjoys critiquing my driving skills. Last month I drove Mr. Wild Dingo to the airport. Loki and Juno came with us and provided an eye-opening, err … ear-opening critique of Mr. Wild Dingo’s driving skills. Internet, feel free to make your own judgements. But I feel the impartial critics have [...]

All 17 readers of Wild Dingo may have noticed posting has been light these past few weeks. As our move to Lausanne is starting to become a reality, we’ve been rushing to get our current home in good shape so that we don’t come back to a disaster. That means having a new well installed, trees cut, [...]

Mr. Wild Dingo came home on Thursday. He’s been accustomed to bringing home a special treat after long trips. When Juno ran out to greet him, she glued herself to his truck, passenger side and waited. Oops! No treats! Luckily, we had some spare pigs ears that we hide for special occasions. But Juno knew [...]

And we have a winner. And some runner-ups because there were so many that made me giggle. First the news. Drum Roll please … Wild Dingo is relocating from Northern California to Luasanne, Switzerland. I know. Insane. I can’t even freaking believe it myself. To answer the obvious: YES we can bring our dogs, with [...]

O.K. dog owners out there, I think you need to decide how to fix this situation. Should I be given a chocolate covered pomegranate every time I put my shoes away before I leave the house or should I be given a correction on the prong collar or e-collar when I forget to put my [...]

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 [...]