No rest for the weary. This week, we got the wireless router working (it actually works if you do NOT follow the installation directions), received our air shipment with our clothing, and got the cable TV entertainment system working. Mr. Wild Dingo has been traveling on day trips throughout Europe, while I unpacked and walked the dogs, shopped and walked the dogs, did laundry and walked the dogs, interviewed a fence contractor and walked the dogs, met with the architect and carpenter and walked the dogs. Are you getting the picture? Because we don't have our fence in yet--oh wait, you knew that already, not like I haven't complained about that 47 times yet--I have to take them for two really long 1.5-2hour walks daily because they can't get their zoomie fix. With all this walking, I've been conking out into a deep coma every night. And can someone please tell me why is it I came to Switzerland to escape the never-ending lines of contractors working on our property in California, only to come to a finished home with its own mile-long list of contractors and work to be done?
Clearly these two find unpacking too exhausting and decide a nap in the sun is just the ticket.
Same dogs, same tricks, different country. Gotta love our "quality" rent-a-furniture.
Thank Dog for obedience! When our first set of contractors came over to discuss mandatory changes to the house to comply with the canton and country codes, of course I tried to lock them in a room. I completely forgot they can open doors and out they came, with a little cracker hello. Loki usually spends about 30 seconds with his rough tough manly barking "There's an intruder! An intruder," before I'm able to get out my skillet and beat him into submission quieting down. Seriously though, thank dog for the two years of obedience as I'm able to put them both on down-stays in the kitchen so I can chat with the contractors throughout the house and they don't need to be bugged by a cracker dog and a wiggly husky.
"Hey Princess, why does this feel like jail if the doors are all open?"
"At least its the kitchen. Shut yur yapper. Maybe I'll get a treat for this."
Our neighbors invited us for coffee last Sunday. They have three children, who speak FIVE freaking languages (while all I can say "bun chore"), that love dogs and they wanted to meet them. After coffee, we went to retrieve the dogs. Juno slipped her collar just outside the front door and ran for the street. Thank Dog for obedience once again. Juno come! She flipped around and came right back to us for her no-slip collar. Juno greeted them with proper wiggles and wags, while Loki greeted them with barks, then yips of excitement. Rules are rules and Loki had to wait until his yapper was closed before he got to go meet them officially up close. Later, they both obliged the children with many tricks and proper behavior. The little girls seemed to fawn over Juno while the little boy seemed enchanted with Loki.
After a good long meet and greet, we came home to this:
Hmm... funny, I don't remember leaving my shoes like this.
By now, Internet readers, you must think I let my dog destroy my shoes for pure Internet entertainment value. I mean, it happens so much, clearly I can't be this dumb, right? Let me assure you, I'm not independently rich and cannot afford to buy new shoes every time I have writer's block. Besides, it was Mr. Wild Dingo who left the bedroom door open and there isn't a single closet in this house. These are brand new shoes. I'm now down to 1 pair of sneakers and 2 pairs of flip flops. Seriously. I can't go on like this.
"It looks much better with a little white in it to match my natural loveliness, don't you think mom?"
Mr. Wild Dingo pointed out that Juno was kind enough to leave me at least 2-intact shoes on either foot that I can wear:
I'm thinking I can claim that this is all the rage in the US. Besides, the Swiss are not exactly known for their fashion trendiness. They'll never know!
In the mean time, Juno has taken to "the drink" to replace her need for shoe masticatory rages:
"So light! So refreshing! Just the thing one needs to wash down all that shoe leather."
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