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 [...]
The fluff makes a nice pillow. And you never have to vacuum your house again. Because why bother?
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.”
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 [...]
Or is it Mr. Wild Dingo loves Misery? I can’t decide. You see, Juno loves to play the misery card when Mr. Wild Dingo showers her with attention. I know, I know. Dogs don’t like to be held or hugged. But honestly, I could hug Juno for 10 minutes and she’d thump her tail the entire time. [...]
I can’t seem to find her… Hmmm… that looks vaguely familiar.
… then you’ve done something wrong. “Like it’s a crime to be happy?”
Siberian Husky owners, you may want to avert your eyes. Because what you’re about to see may give you nightmares and is so horrific it isn’t shown on TV. It may raise your blood pressure or even cause heart failure. What you are about to see is shocking, frightening and down right against the laws [...]
“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.
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 [...]
Juno’s in the hospital. Since Thursday she’s had a fever of 104. Thinking it was viral or mild flu, the vet had given her anti-inflamatory to bring down the fever. On Saturday, I had to bring her in as it was not returning to normal and she was not walking well. She ran blood tests [...]
SOMEPUP doesn’t like the substitute handler she had for her Saturday obedience class last month. Mr. Wild Dingo was away helping out a very sick friend, so I stepped in. Juno was, ahem, less than pleased. “Where the hell are the hot dogs? Can’t you see I’m sittin’ already? I want Mr. Wild Dingo back–NOW!” [...]
She’s a lady, for sure. But she did have frijoles for dinner last night. I’m just sayin…
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
Doesn’t Shed or Shed in Your Car Doesn’t Dig Doesn’t Re-Dig your Filled Holes Doesn’t Destroy Gates or Fences Doesn’t Eat Shoes Doesn’t Destroy Cars Doesn’t Run Away Doesn’t Instigate Trouble Doesn’t Destroy Pillows When Not Invited to a Party Doesn’t Cost Anything to Feed Doesn’t Get up or Move when Asked to Stay for a [...]
In the blink of an eye, summer is almost gone. How’d that happen? Between painfully slow Internet access and frantically pulling together September’s masthead, I thought I’d grab some random Summer training shots of the brats at work. I’m so sad to see the Isle of the Ill-Behaved masthead leave this month! “I’m not so [...]
How this dog, who can sit politely and patiently wait for me, can be considered … err … actually be “naughty.”
It was Juno’s anniversary this weekend. Saturday, August 15, she had made her 1-year mark of living at Wild Dingo. She (and Loki) got the usual celebration dinner: tri-tip, salad and a mini white frosted cupcake. Dearest Juno, so much has changed in the past year with us. In the beginning, you tolerated Mr. Wild [...]
