“Juno. Junooooo! Juno come! JUNO! COME!” It’s the same song every Sibe-owner probably sings when they walk off-leash with a Husky. I’m constantly recalling her as she pushes the boundaries of straying too far from us. Generally speaking, she’s not so bad off-leash, given she’s a Sibe. If I catch her body language cues in time, I [...]
Last Wednesday, I hit an all-time low in my few years as a dog-handler, dog-owner and dog-protector when Juno gave chase to a horseback rider. I wouldn’t exactly say she chased them as much as she followed them, gingerly, running along side them and stopping when they stopped and trotting when they trotted. * Loki also participated in [...]
… that two more made it to his naughty list. First lets look at the criminal. “What exatly do you want me to say about this Mom?”
Look what came the other day: A nice German Swiss fella with a whole lotta tasty nommies for the furry beasts! The dogs were sure happy to see the Monsieur Meat-Delivery and barked with delight. Juno knows exactly who he is and knows exactly what the 2 freezers are in our basement. She loves to investigate [...]
Rarely, do I ever catch Juno looking like or acting like a goofball, or worse, cracker. She’s much too sly for the camera to catch her looking less than perfect. But every now and then, I’m able to catch her behaving just as cracked out as Loki, who is pretty much cracker whenever he’s not [...]
No rest for the weary. This week, we got the wireless router working (it actually works if you do NOT follow the installation directions), received our air shipment with our clothing, and got the cable TV entertainment system working. Mr. Wild Dingo has been traveling on day trips throughout Europe, while I unpacked and walked the dogs, shopped [...]
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 [...]
I came home the other day and found Juno had done a little light reading. So I asked her what she learned. “The unexamined book is not worth reading. But it sure is worth chewing.“
… have pillow fights. “Nothing says “I missed you” like pillow entrails. I cared enough to shred the very best.”
“Hey sugar lips. Looks like I got you behind the eight ball. Are you going to make a move?” “You must be cruisin’ with your lights on dim if you think you have me cornered.”
I can’t seem to find her… Hmmm… that looks vaguely familiar.
Um, I’m not falling for it.
Many of Wild Dingo’s regular readers have come to know Juno to have a, um, “taste” for shoes. “I have no idea what you are referring to, Mom. I found these shoes like this.”
Juno went through the mail today. She found her vet bills. “These vet bills were mailed third class! I ain’t comin’ on that tab.”
“I’m juuuusssst lookin’.” For the record (and this is for The Herd and a certain someone at The Herd Annex), Juno only counter-surfed once early on in living with us. It took one big “No!” to never have her attempt it again. Well, at least when I’m in the house.
“Hole? What Hole? I don’t see no hole.”
We have a husky overvault in the main terminal causing a husky outage. The safety door has been compromised. There’s also a Q-tness factor that makes it difficult to correct the husky outage. Mission Control, what’s your response? Houston: Beat the Husky.
