Seriously. Why should I be surprised? After all, she also ate my Mini-Cooper. This time, I put my shoes away AND hid the trash can. I left my important identity file folder out on top of my desk because I need to renew my passport. She helped herself to the folder. When I got home, it looked like a [...]
Somepup was clearly not happy with the sales at Lands End. “I’m a rescue dog. I rescue people from the over-commercialization of Christmas.”
This time Internet, it was Mr. Wild Dingo’s fault. He left the shoes defenseless against the perp. Two of them are his shoes. She collects them outside the mudroom for inspection of masticability. She prefers leather and animal made shoes and has avoided destroying the synthetic stuff. Nothing but the real deal for my masticator! “Ya, [...]
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 [...]
The Internet Service is back! Woo hoo! Hmm… Now what to do? What to do? Shall I start by catching up on work? Or shall I start by blogging about what we did during the two days with no power (though we have a kick-ass generator) and no Internet? Silly question! During an emergency, a Siberian [...]
For the record, this is not where I leave my shoes. “Um, seriously mom, your taste in shoes needs to change, and fast.” Just what I need. A Siberian with fashion sense.
Silly me. Score: Shoes: 0, Juno: 17
It’s a well-known fact that Juno and Mr. Wild Dingo’s relationship hasn’t been easy. According to Juno, Mr. Wild Dingo is potentially a bane of Sibe’s everywhere, and on a mission specifically to steal her gumdrop nose. At the first sign of Mr. Wild Dingo, she’s often seen retreating into a fortress of solitude: any [...]
I wonder if I should get used to seeing things around my house chewed up now that I have a Siberian Husky. It seems while Juno was practicing downward dog the temptation of recycled rubber was too much for her to resist. She gave it the low rating of two small nibbles. To you and [...]
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I mean, I did have dingo once. And you know what they eat. So now I have a dog that eats cars. As long as she doesn’t move onto eatin’ bars and guitars, I don’t think we’ll have to worry about husky rapture. To be honest, I’m more bummed [...]
That’s the book I’ll someday write. But for now, I’m starting a support group: Women Addicted to Bad Dogs. Me: “Hello. My name is Julie. I’m a Bad Dogaholic.” Group: “Hello Julie.” How can something as sweet as this: Do something as evil as this?
