Awww... Look at this face!
He's so depressed. It's like torture being here.
Let me explain: He and She don't so much hate it here in Switzerland as they hate not being there (see below), at the lake just behind them, where all the action is. At the lake there are lots of doggie smells and food smells and people who love to say hello to them.
"Awe Mom, I know we just got back from an hour and a half exploring the fresh pastery smells in Morges, but lets go again!"
"Ya like, this back yard is delightful, but it doesn't have the Movenpick Ice Cream dude, or the trolly or the hissing swans. Like how are we supposed to entertain ourselves here?"
"Hey I think I smell fresh pastery being pulled out of the oven. Dang it, lets go!"
The dogs are wearing their long lines for the back yard because the fence hasn't been installed yet. And though they are off-leash obedient, one side of the yard has a very busy road with too much traffic to be comfortable with their safety. So the long lines it is until we get our yard fenced. We'll have two areas, one for the dogs relief area and the main back area for people.
We couldn't have chosen a better location. We can leave our house and head up to the farms, vinyards and orchards on miles and miles of walking paths, where they get to meet all sorts of farm animals, or we can head toward the lake where there are hundreds of cooking smells, views of the Alps, city dogs and more. We'll have tons of walking tours for you in the weeks to come. For now, enjoy our back yard view of the lake:
"View, Schmiew Mom. Lets go be the action!"
Seriously though, they love their back yard too. They just can't wait to run in it.
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