Nov 162013
 
He Wouldn't Hurt a Fly

Poor Loki stood outside the bedroom, hiding behind the door and refusing to go to bed. I invited him in, coddled and scratched his favorite places, but he only stood there, afraid. Something was wrong but for the life of me, I couldn’t see the problem. So I brushed my teeth and ignored the situation, [...]

Aug 122013
 
Siberian Sell-Out

Thank you Juno, for volunteering to walk calmly into the shower stall for your bath the other night for the small price of a chicken treat. I did not have the energy to play our usual game of “wrestle the 60-lb Siberian into the the shower stall.”  I appreciate your compliance—however reluctant it was. I’m [...]

Jun 272013
 
Turkish Spa

Why is it, whenever I give the dogs a bath and lay out about 187 old towels and blankets for them to roll around on for drying off, the Sibe always insists on going straight to my prized handwoven Turkish rug to finish her drying? Remember that time when Mr. Wild Dingo and I were [...]

Oct 252012
 
Powerless for Pup Cup

“I surrender to the Pup Cup and all its power and believe that it can restore me to sanity. Or something like that.”

Oct 222012
 
Ode to a Scarecrow

 A poem by Mr. Wild Dingo Dauntless flew young scarecrow blue Unfettered he, from sac set free

Sep 152012
 
Out of Pup Cup

Mr. Wild Dingo made a gross error in pup cup ice cream equalization and Juno ended up with the short end of the stick. Hide the flip flops! Retribution is coming.

Sep 022012
 
My Fairytale

Mr. Wild Dingo crowned me a Princess. Then he handed me a jug of water and said,”Get to work.”

Aug 232012
 
Best Bike. Ever.

“I don’t understand why you waste all that money on carbon fiber and titanium bikes when you could own the cadillac of velos!”