Yet, some of Wild Dingo staff seem to be weathering the chaos without too much trouble. Would you agree? 

“What’s all the noise about? Can’t you see I’m working on my tan?”

“Big Boy, you sure are color blind. Can’t you see you’re already tan?”

“Princess, then maybe I should put some sun screen on those alabaster gams of yours. I wouldn’t want you to get burned.”
“Yawn. I wasn’t born yesterday. You’ll have to come up with a better line than that.”

“Hey waitress! We’d like two coconut Pawgeritas and some mixed nuts. Make it snappy.”

“Um Princess, do waitresses normally laugh like that when you order a drink?”

“Only when they aren’t expecting a tip.”

“Hey Principessa, whatchya doin’ up there?”
“Sitting atop my throne, contemplating how nice it is to be Queen.”

“It looks a little unstable Your Majesty, let me run a thorough security check to see if it passes inspection.”
“If you must.”

“Wow, it sure is dark in here but it appears empty. ”
“Just like your head, big boy.”

“Don’t get any ideas, stud. You’re still my minion.”
“I’m just checking the throne for safety Your Majesty.”

“Wow, can you believe we’re going to leave this plush forest for the land of milk and chocolate?”

“I know. It’s not like we can even eat those things. But I sure can’t wait to get my paws on that cow Pop was flirting with over there, behind our tails.”

“Oh Princess, that cow looked awfully big and scary. I don’t think I’d like to get too close to her.”

“Is it too late to exchange him for a real security dog with some chutzpah?”

Here are a few random photos to hold me and Mr. Wild Dingo over through the weekend.

Tree farm walk. In the background there’s a view of a very expensive estate. I think it is actually on the same road as our home but you can’t see it from the road. I’ve walked close to it before and can catch glimpses of the green grass that Loki and Juno are dying to get their paws on. I’ve heard the person has a stable of 40 cars. Mountain gossip. You gotta love it!

“Hey Handsome, why don’t you and me make a break and bee-line for that lovely estate of grass back there.”
“Princess, I just do what mom tells me. I’m sorry. I can’t help it. It must be in my DNA.”

Here’s a view I never get tired of. Two pals, side by side:

And close up the jodhpurs sway in the wind and Loki’s apple bottom steadily stays by her side.

“Come-on Loki, show me your adventerous side. Let’s blow this popsicle stand and find some real action.”
“Princess, this here piece of grass smells adventerous enough to me!”

Rules are rules at Wild Dingo: no crossing doorways or gateways unless otherwise told. Loki never disobeys this rule. Juno? She’s very good at forgetting it. But its my own fault. I can’t help but laugh instead of correct her when I see her innocently step out and gaze her head side to side with her open mouth smile as if she’s done nothing wrong. Tresspass first, ask forgiveness later. That’s her training mantra.

“I’m waiting Mom. And I’m watching Princess for you too. Just in case.”
“Retardo, did you take your anti-delusion medicine today? Like you’re the boss of me. Um, not.”

“Don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m beautiful.”

“I see you Big Boy!”

Resting up for the weekend. I’d love to say Loki does this pose out of love, but truthfully, he’ll do anything to be comfortable. But Juno tolerates it because she actually loves him.

“Possession is nine-tenths of the law, one tail of a husky.”
“Keep dreamin’ Big Boy.”

Have a great weekend everyone!

Mr. Wild Dingo poses for the first shot off the top of our property near our well. Pretty soon, we’ll have to have it cleared for the summer for fire hazard and to keep the area open for future crops. The evil duo looks for deer on the trail above us.

Forgive his sweats Internet, the guy has been traveling 3 countries in 3 weeks. I’m lucky he’s out with us.

“Oh this is a nice shot,” I tell Mr. Wild Dingo, who looks at it disapprovingly. “Don’t worry, I can cut you out of it,” I reassure him. Oopsie. My photoshop tool slipped and accidentally left him in the shot.

We let the evil duo off leash for a bit and played recall games. Juno made a huge liar out of me and recalled to Mr. Wild Dingo 100% better than she ever recalls to me at the tree farm. Damn sibe.

So Mr. Wild Dingo ups the ante and tries both dogs. First the set up.
“Pop, do you mean I have to sit too,” asks Loki.
Juno has to think about it to make sure he means it, but she sits.

“Principessa, if you’re tongue grows any longer, you may be able to catch some flies.”
“Cork it stud-muffin. I’ve been runnin’ circles around your bad-ass.”

Mr. Wild Dingo recalls. And the Tree Farm Derby begins!  “Last one there is a rotten egg!”

Too close to call!

Both are winners in the Christmas Tree Farm Derby.

Gratuitious “green” shot for KB. Don’t worry KB. There’s a reason they call California the “Golden State.” It doesn’t stay green for long!
“Princess, get back here right now or Pop is gonna get really mad!”
“Ha-ha Retardo! I can do no wrong in Pop’s eyes!”

Here’s a shot I never get tired of. My GS/FMD always checking back in with me, on his own. Good boy Loki!
“Hey Mom, you want me to go drag her back here by the neck? Can I? Please? Can I?”

A wolf at the tree farm! Quick! Someone call the authorities. Oh wait, it’s wearing 2 collars. Who would put collars on a wild animal like this wolf?

“Hey Princess, Pop so likes me much better than you!”
“No way Retardo. I have him wrapped around my paw and my tail. All I have to do is run away from him and he comes to me! How about that?” 
I wonder where she learned that from? I think Juno is picking more up in school than we do sometimes.

On the way home. I call this “Not NitWit Bridge” and Mr. Wild Dingo calls it “Mini NitWit Bridge.” Whatever. If you jump off it, you may stub your toe.

Down the steep trail. You can see a little tube sticking up to the right. That’s some underground electrical wires to pump our well that is at the top of the property which is behind Mr. Wild Dingo in this shot. When we first got these two, it was impossible to walk them up or down steep areas, as they’d pull and make us fall.  But by now Loki has learned to walk behind us on the way down steep slopes. Probably because I fall so much. And Juno has learned to walk slowly next to us. Those are my good dogs!

Mr. Wild Dingo is brave and lets both dogs lead on NitWit Bridge. I know way better and let Juno lead, and Loki follows behind me, single file. Otherwise, they get too playful and try to push eachother off!

Here comes the kisses.

Ya, it sucks to live in the forest sometimes. I’m not so good with the camera. The lighting makes it look like some sort of 70′s shot.

Back at home before the back yard.
“Hurry up mom. My mouth is a desert here!”
“Princess are my ears up straight?”
Loki can be such a girl sometimes.

“WTF? Holy crap, Pop we’re like on a mountain of ants here!”

“That’s ok. I can take a nail through my foot, tap joints without sedation and a GS/FMD bite to the neck. I think I can handle a couple of ants.”
“Cupcake, you’re a bigger man than me!”
Word.

We just found out Mr. Wild Dingo flies out again on Monday for 4 more days. Sigh. We just got him back. Oh well, as we found out in Juno’s case, absence makes the heart grow fonder.

“Come on slackers! I don’t have all day! There are squirrels to chase and things to smell!”

“Mom, haven’t you learned about huskies off leash yet? Sheesh. Sometimes I think you only bring me along to use me for my herding skills.”

Or not…  As the Internet can see below, Loki is hardly herding Juno. Instead they hear and smell potential friends in the trail above. Before you know it, both dogs go investigate and my “herding” dog forgets who he is.

“Principessa! Do you smell what I smell?”
“Yes sir, big boy! Let’s do it!”

And here are the happy boys that they found:

“Oh boy these are my peeps! GSDs! They kind of look like me, but bigger!” (And furrier.)

“Listen tan boy, I told you I’m NOT that way! I only go for girls. Usually chi-wow-wows.”

“That’s right tan boy, go to your momma for some kisses. I don’t kiss the boys!”

“Hey, dude! It’s like we’re long lost cousins. Or something.”

Ever the charmer he is, Loki presents his stinkin’ end for a scratch. “Ya, that’s right, a little to the left there sweetie pie.” 

“Just cuz your boy came back, doesn’t mean you have to stop cupcake!”

And where was the sibe in all of this? She came, flirted briefly with the boys and then did what huskies do best:

find trouble!

“Ya, that’s right. I’m the man.”

Hey Juno, you ready to show him who’s really the boss around here?

“Sure. Make me an offer I can’t refuse.”

“Geez, I can’t wait for Pop to get home. Now I have to go take one for the team.”

Internet, for the record, Loki is 4 times stronger than Juno, and though he’s a bit of a bully, he dials it way down for her and always self-handicaps. That’s my boy. He knows what’s good for him!

(Editor’s note: using the word “penis” and the song “Beat it” in the same post was completely unconscious. Or not.)

“Err, Mom? Can you please take me to Dogtor Hilary and have this growth removed?”

For anyone who thinks that all I do is make my dogs work all day, check out the video below of what working dogs do AFTER work! There’s olympic zoomies in the end.

Happy Friday Everyone!

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!

“Hi Mom. Whatchya want?”
“Hey Daddy-O. Looks like Mom’s fixin’ to ask us to do some work.”

“Princess, hard work never killed anybody.”
“True, but why take the risk?”

“Besides, it’s cold outside. Why don’t we just ignore the ‘ole lady and make ourselves cozy?”
“Surgar-nose, you’re making me blush!”

“Come on tip-top daddy! Let’s have our own little party right here.” 
“Lady,  you’re more fun than a hot transfusion. I think we could swing, if I knew the music.” 

“Big Boy, if this doesn’t turn  you on, you ain’t go no switches.”
“Principessa, as long as I have you there is just one other thing I’ll always need:  tremendous self control.”

First we played with Juno, because she’s not good at waiting her turn. Don’t tell her Physical Torturer. This is not sanctioned exercise for doggies with hip dysplasia!

“Hi Mom. Whatchya got there?”
“Boooowhahahahaha!”

And now for an educational diagram for the players and tools involved in torturing your dog.

The torturer,conductor, throws the prey item and playfully pulls it along inviting the doggie to chase it. At the last minute, the torturer, conductor, snatches the prey item up in the air just out of the doggies reach.

The torturerconductor lets the doggie live another day by letting the doggie win so the  torturerconductor can enjoy many more days of doggie torture.

When Juno’s been tortured enough by the squirrel on meth, we invite Loki, who’s been watching us and giving us the “I’m so tortured” look for not letting him play.

As you can see, Loki tortures himself enough by just looking at the little bugger on the string.
“OH MY DAWG I MUST HAVE IT OR THE WORLD WILL END! LET ME HAVE IT!”

And the games begin.

“Holy crap, I didn’t know that thing can fly!”

“I guess bucking my apple bottom won’t work.”

“This little bugger is getting on my nerves!”

“DENIED!”

“That’s right. I’m bad.”

“Who’s your daddy now cracker squirrel?”

Unfortunately for cracker doggies like Loki, it can turn into a game of tug.

Be prepared with a tasty morsel to make him give back the toy so you can continue to torture for as long as desired.
“Hmmm…tastey chicken liver or dead squirrel? Is this a trick question?”