After last week’s busy training schedule, I had a chance to actually notice the Husky and Formosan Mountain Dog hair that had grown quietly into mountains of dense fur and had crept into the deepest crevices of my Mini Cooper. Rather than make a needless carbon foot print to drive 20 minutes to the car [...]
As in Juno is “mostly” well-adjusted. Just take a look at what my “mostly well-adjusted” dog did while I took Loki to training this morning.
The trainer that Loki and Juno work with once said that huskies were “wild” dogs and not really meant to be domestic, or something along those lines. I could be mincing words so don’t get up in my grill about his exact words or disagreeing with his opinion. He’s an experienced K9 police dog trainer [...]
What some don’t know is that Juno is accomplished in Siberian Tango, a style of tango that has matured into its own right along with Argentine Tango, Ballroom Tango and Finnish Tango. Surprisingly the Ballroom Dance Association has yet to fully acknowldege Siberian Tango.
It was Mardi Gras at casa Wild Dingo this Saturday. We’ve been hermits for too long and we’re at the point where we don’t give a hoot if we have an unfinished bath, no dining table and a mile-long list of things to finish. And it’s always a good idea to remind yourself why you shouldn’t [...]
Why not to get a husky: their gardening “skills.”
If you’re thinking of getting a Husky, you may want to think again!
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?
Last Sunday, I broke down and got him his own dog. Not for Mr. Wild Dingo but for Loki. Just so I’d have a few free moments to myself instead of playing tug with him 24/7. Husky owner, Jim (owner of Loki’s favorite chew toy Vushkey) planted a little seed in my ear “Come by the adoption [...]
