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.
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 [...]
Last week we celebrated Juno’s 3rd anniversary of adoption and her 4th birthday! We were coming home from Istanbul so we delayed celebrations until the weekend.
“Read the Nordic dog hand book. No snow? No trot.”
“Why yes, I’d be delighted to look pretty and walk while you hand me some treats.” Mr. Wild Dingo and Juno head out for some tricks and training time. As usual, Juno is delighted for one-on-one time with him. But then the inevitable happens.
“I can do this with my eyes closed!” She’s an entirely different dog from her first days and months with us where she showed no interest in training, or tricks and least of all, Mr. Wild Dingo. Now, nothing makes her happier than when Mr. Wild Dingo pulls out the training treats. She puts on [...]
“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”
“Come a little closer, Big Boy” she innocently said to the skeptical Formosan, “I promise it won’t hurt—much.”
I made a mistake and didn’t get Juno vaccinated. She caught it from Loki.
“She’s perfect,” said Juno’s Physical Torturer, Therapist, Mme. Gauthier. She noticed Juno’s walking gate was a perfect long, stress-free stride. Juno rolls her eyes. “Sibes don’t come any other way lady.”
There’s a new breed of Husky in town–the Hydroberian! Juno’s back on the water treadmill as she was same time last year. As expected, she’s not too pleased about it. But we’re all pleased with the results! “Yeah, I know the drill. Woo torture the husky by drowning her jodhpurs. And I walk the hydroplank. ”
Looks like Juno found her Inner Woo!
Post Traumatic Siberian Stare otherwise known as Post Bath Stink-Eye. “I’m so documenting this in my memoires of the abuse and traumas I’m subjected to.”
Herding Horses is Hard Work!
Juno’s home from the MRI. “Hey, it was nothin’ Big Boy, why are you so worried?” “Well, I was worried that they shaved your jodhpurs, but I see that they are intact, thank dog!”
Someone in this house is still on California time. I’m not naming names, but it seems someone thinks winter is over and spring is here. Even though I dress like the Michelin man in this miserably cold climate myself and the other is forced to wear a fleece coat. This photo being the last of a [...]
Sometimes in life your journey reaches a cross roads. And if you’re lucky, you have the support of a good friend and family to help you understand the choices. Or at least to help provide a pleasant distraction from the decision that is looms ahead.
I left the house for 15 minutes. Fifteen lousy minutes. Not a lot can happen in 15 minutes, right? “They say historians cannot fully explain the rise or fall of Rome. Soon, they will say that about Siberian mastications.”
I drove Mr. Wild Dingo to the airport yesterday. Nothing like arriving in a new country for 2 days and throwing me to the lions with “drive here and go there and speak to these people.” After the stress of driving on the highways and getting honked at in traffic circles, I came home to [...]
Before we go, Loki and Juno would like to share some memories of their adventures in a town named for cats. “Hey Handsome, how about you and me paint this “cat” town a little canine before we blow out of here?” “Cupcake, you crack the whip, I’ll make trip.”
