I’m Rick Roberts. I live with a chill cat and my good dog in Denver, where I read, cook, ride my bike, listen to music, and try to keep it simple.

flying dingo is my place for mostly short tweet-like, title-less posts[1] and infrequent longer form articles about what’s on my mind.

The real flying dingo

I named this site for Noelle, nicknamed Crazy, my beloved blue heeler and the real flying dingo, who was an ace flyer in her youth. Smart, agile, and friendly … a pretty good way to be, I’d say. Now in her golden years, my Crazy no longer flies, but whew boy! did she defy gravity in her day. It was amazing. I have proof.

(We both miss Bonnie.)

My sweet dog has been deaf all her life and never been hindered by it as far as I can tell. I adopted her from a kind-hearted deaf woman who rescues and finds homes for deaf dogs. Thank you, Cathy.

Being deaf can be a death sentence to a dog. Breeders tend to put deaf dogs down because they think they will be unsalable. Shelters tend to put them down because they think no one will want them or they worry about liability issues. Potential adopters pass by deaf dogs in shelters because they worry that they won’t have the skills to care for them. —Cathy Saye

A note on privacy

I don’t have comments, affiliate or referral links, ads, analytics, webstats, or trackers here. If you have thoughts on something I post, I prefer you write about it on your own site and/or email me about it. That’s how I’ll know.


Tech nerdery behind flying dingo if you’re interested in that sort of thing.

Thank you for reading.


  1. You’ll see a ∞ symbol by the date of these title-less posts. That is a permalink since there is no title to click on. ↩︎