Provence. I know all 12 readers are waiting for a report. Although I'm pretty sure you just want to see the pictures. Do you guys actually read my posts? Because if you do, I'll try to think of something clever to write. I'm not an experienced traveler so I struggled for a week deciding on […]

Wild Dingo predicts a bull market in the flip flop industry. Timing: 24-hours after Mr. Wild Dingo finds this latest flip flop mastication. Zappos stock headed for sharp gains. (Sorry Mr. Wild Dingo)

As I was looking over the charges on the flight to London I booked yesterday, I noticed that Switzerland charged a "noise tax" but the U.K. didn't. That's so Swiss. I took this shot above one evening in our backyard while the dogs were rompin' in the twilight. I think they should just call it an […]

Remember how I wrote that Loki and Juno would call off horses and cows?  Apparently some distractions are too hard to resist. Like this hunk of burnin' love above.   Juno caught the scent on this distinguished fella and recalling was futile.  He was equally smittin with Juno.

Meet Bernard, our kennel keeper. As I drove to Bernard's to drop off the dogs on Wednesday, I had a knot in my stomach.  But it vanished as soon as I stepped out of the car to greet Bernard. Bernard's calm demeanor and soothing voice, "Ca va,"  immediately comforts me and I know my dogs are […]

This month's masthead is dedicated to my inability to shut my bottom jaw anytime I'm walking the villages and vineyards in Switzerland. Someone needs to pinch me because sometimes I can't believe I live here, even if it's only  temporary.