"Monter le jambon? WTF does ham have to do with wheel pose?!"

"Talk to the jodhpurs, Punk. This Sibe's not listening." Juno anticipates Loki's punk move. On our walks, if I'm not recalling Juno for straying too far, then the rest of my time is spent calling Loki off of Juno.  Their relationship is complicated. In the house, Juno rules supreme. On walks, Loki pulls out the punk […]

"Maladive attachée," said Bernard when we picked up the dogs last week. This trip, Loki never settled down. Bernard had many dogs this time and apparently, Loki plays really well with the big dogs, but when he wasn't playing, he was barking, crying or trying to escape.

Not long after Mr. Wild Dingo and I moved to Switzerland, we found a perfect pizza joint close to our house. By definition, this joint was homey, rustic, with plenty of miss-matching furniture, packed with locals and a friendly service staff. It even had home delivery and take out services. It seemed like the perfect solution for a […]

When we first moved to Switzerland, I listened to this song from The Postal Service a lot around the house and on the bike trainer. I felt like it was a great description of our lives here. Mr. Wild Dingo was always traveling and I was always missing him. Living abroad is a dream opportunity that many aspire to, but […]

The Venetian Fort overlooking Chania's outer harbor. Chania, Crete's Venetian quarter, was the perfect place to stay. For centuries this tiny harbor port area has been fought over and controlled by Minoans, Mycaneans, Romans, Byzantinnes, Ventians, Genoese, Turks and Egyptians.