When I think of Provence, I envision fields of lavender, cute cobbled-stoned villages and plenty of small homes with brightly painted shutters. Not Roman ruins. But that's all we saw. All because Mr. Wild Dingo is whack-a-doo about Roman history. Even Juno is quite aware of his fascination for all things Roman. I'm beginning to think he only […]
Now that I made you all envious, I'll share this with you: Il pleuvait tout la voyage en Provence. Not just a light dreary drizzle that just dulls your photos with a gray sky, but a clapping thunderous downpour. Brilliant bolts of lightening lit up the chateau while we slept in the evening and winds rattled the […]
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.
This weekend we celebrated Loki's third anniversary with us and his 4th birthday. I'm one of those lame people that combines celebrations. Hey, when everyday is a celebration, who needs to add more, right? The three years have been a tremendous learning curve for all of us. Loki has taught me more than any other […]
Last week I brought Loki and Juno for a trial test day at Bernard's kennel. Let's face it. The place is a dog luxury spa. It has a huge garden to romp in. There are no cages. Dogs have access to the garden and house all day long and they sleep in the house. They […]