Often on our forest walks in Lully and Morges, we would meet this lone gentleman soaking his feet in the river or walking the trails. He was a kind man, who always complimented the dogs. Especially since whenever we saw him from a distance, I'd recall the dogs so they wouldn't bother him. Only, he enjoyed interacting with them, saying "salut," giving them a pet and remarking on how well they obeyed. But one day, he fed them a cheese doodle from his lunch sack.
And then I never had full recall control over Juno whenever we saw him again. I wonder why.
NB: Pardon me while I continue a few Swiss posts here and there for the rest of the year. I have some still wandering in the back of my mind and some photos that I've been meaning to share.
No cash for the treat jar but you'd like to show the love? No problem! Connect with me on LinkedIn and endorse my creative writing skills. Thanks for the love!
"Your project is guaranteed to meet superior Siberian standards or I will fatally masticate it. You have my "woo" on that!"
"I keep your project safe from crows, coyotes, and flies. I prefer to be paid in salmon treats and tennis balls."
"I manage the treat jar & the staff's daily payroll of cookies and bones. The staff is excellent at math and let me know when I come up short."