Don't practice your Olympic Ribbon Gymnastics routine with your dog's leash. "WTF is going on? Did anyone cue any music? I haven't practiced my agility in ages!" "Don't' worry Big Boy. This is just Pop's wacky leash walking style."

Surprise: "What the heck just came out of my Jodhpurs?"

"Nice Tuff-Skins little fella," snorts Juno.

So here I was, Thursday afternoon, Ascension Day, where everyone is off in Switzerland, riding my bike through Bière on my way to Rolle, when I noticed a large field of cows wearing unusually large bells and making a large racket. Naturally, I stopped.  It looked a lot like The Fête Desalps, a celebration that happens […]

"Who is this Savadear I keep hearing about?" Two years ago, Mr Wild Dingo whispered that very question, which had been burning in his mind for too long, to a Francophone at work. Bemused, the Francophone laughed. "Not 'Savadear,'  'Ça veut dire,'" he replied.  The expression literally translates as "it wants to say" but actually means "it means."

For some, spirituality is found in Sunday morning religious services or a stroll in the park. The morning is too crisp for our clothing choice. We try to avoid our usual stop through town and head back home. The husky however, is too devoted to her ritual Sunday morning spiritual practice and instead pulls us […]

"Princess, why is this bed of flowers called Tutti Frutti?" "It's as if they knew you were comin' Big Boy."

This is Switzerland's Supermoon. Seriously. We had no opportunity to see it. But we made do.

We come across many "Interdit" signs on our walks in Switzerland. Sometimes they give us pause.  

Tra la! It's May! The lusty month of May! That lovely month when ev'ryone goes Blissfully astray.