Wild Dingo

I’m a bit obsessed lately with soaking up the coastline.  There’s something about living near a coastline that feels free. You’d think I’d have spent all my free time at the beach, but like a lot of us in Silicon Valley, I took it for granted. I guess it takes moving to a country without a coastline to suddenly become quite attached to the beach.

“Hey Princess, what should we do? Cruise the boardwalk or surf the beach for some action?”
“Tough decision. The boardwalk is filled with deliciousness. The beach is filled with … Wait, is this a trick question?”

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“Hey Daddy-O, how much you think this job pays?”
“Princess, there isn’t a big enough, juicy enough bone in the world to make me do this job.”

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.“

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After surfing the waves, Loki and Juno chill out at the beaches’ namesake, it’s Lighthouse.

“Hey Princess, check out that chick behind me staring at us. We must be celebrities, no?” Read the rest of this entry »

As Beach Bums continues, we find our lead characters in the throws of drama.

“Oh my dawg Princess! There’s a labradoink out there in the big scary waters trying to kill a scary beast!”
“We must save him!”

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As in WTF is Loki doing in this photo below?

“Seriously Big Boy. This is no time to get your Daily Om on!”

Ahhh… so that’s what he was doing:

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Yesterday was beach day at Wild Dingo. In the 2 years I’ve had the beasts, I don’t know why I have not done anything remotely beach-fun oriented with them. Oh, yeah, I forgot. The cracker.

I’ve been wanting to go to a dog friendly beach for a while now to see how they’d like the ocean. But I’ve been chicken, knowing that Loki is, um, well, you know.  A few weeks ago, Mr. Wild Dingo and I took them to Lighthouse beach in Santa Cruz and let them off leash. They had a blast. So I took them back again.

“Daddy-O, whatchya scardy-cat of a little salt water? Come boogie board with me!”
“No way princess! I don’t want to ruin my goth mani-pedi!”

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“Hey Daddy-O, this beef trachea is the bomb. How come you’re not eating yours?”

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Like all stereotypical males, Mr. Wild Dingo enjoys critiquing my driving skills.  Last month I drove Mr. Wild Dingo to the airport. Loki and Juno came with us and provided an eye-opening, err … ear-opening critique of Mr. Wild Dingo’s driving skills. Internet, feel free to make your own judgements. But I feel the impartial critics have spoken. Two out of two backseat driving critics have agreed. Mr. Wild Dingo’s driving skills are hazardous to their health. Read the rest of this entry »

I know. I know. I never write anymore. I never visit your sites anymore. I could be dead or worse,  you could be dead and lying in a ditch and did I even take the time to check in with you and see how you’re doing? No. I’m an ungrateful child to my Internet family. I’m so sorry. But I have a really good excuse. I have to move all my furniture across the country and then over the Atlantic ocean. Life is hard.

This past month, Mr. Wild Dingo, with the help of a wonderful real estate agent, went house hunting. He visited probably 10 homes and narrowed it down to three, then called me out. Loki and Juno insisted on joining me on the final house hunting chore, since after all, it’s going to be their house too. They promised me they’d fly home after we made a decision. And you all know what happened when they got home.

When we got to Lausanne, we decided to look at our top two choices. The first home was in the country, in a little village called Dommartin. The location was so remote, the address isn’t even found on Google. However the house was newly built, with all the comforts of a modern high-tech home. It had 4 bedrooms, 2.5 baths, a killer laundry room, a pool, a back yard that had farming and mountain views, a detached garage and tons of storage.

“This looks like a house suited for a Princess like you, uh, Princess!”
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