While Wild Dingo's personal photographer, TravelMarx, are excellent at taking photos, they have fallen below average in downloading the most recent to Wild Dingo's computer. So while they're doing some boring, fascinating tour of some Nuclear & Partical Physics Lab in Geneva, (yawn), I'm posting the rest of the photos from our weeked of funballs time in the snow.
Downtown Morges at Independent Park next to Lake Leman (Lake Geneva).
We were all tempted to put some snowballs in these sculputed dancers hands.
Back at the house, Loki challenges everyone to a game of tug. First Popppy.
"Pop. You cannot defeat me! I am the Tug-Master!
Then me. I'm obviously so shaken by two scary looking dogs with big toofers that I shut my eyes and hope they don't eat me.
I know I'm not supposed to do this, but whenever I do, it doesn't seem like she actually gets this much air. In the photo it looks much higher than it seems in life. Sometimes you'd never know she has hip dysplasia. But trust me, we can see it. She's not nearly as active as she used to be.
Next up, Marc of the TravelMarx challenges the Tug Master. Tug Master wins as usual. Yawn.
I tease the Cracker. Nothing he loves more than sinking his teeth into something he can fight. Ya, doesn't that just sound delightful?
I set him up in a sit and walked away then released him for a running jump and bite.
He looks like he means it as he runs full speed toward the tug.
Doh! The snow throws him off and he doesn't get a full grip bite.
I tease him and tell him he's a wussy boy and before I know it, he's got the full grip.
"Who you callin' a wussy boy Mom?"
"That's right woman. I'm the tug stud. So don't even think of taking it."
And this is what we came to Switzerland for. Nothing more gorgeous than seeing my Siberian in the snow.
"Nobody can outsprint me in the snow!"
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