"Seriously? This is the first thing you took out of storage?"

We've been home in California for a few days now and already back in our usual routine. Oddly, the thing that was the hardest to adapt to in Switzerland, the lack of commercialism on Sunday's, is the thing that is giving me the biggest reverse culture shock. The car dealer was open late on Saturday night […]

"Princess, Mom's calling. Let's go!" "Did she say adventures? Woo know, I'm all about the adventures!"

"I surrender to the Pup Cup and all its power and believe that it can restore me to sanity. Or something like that."

"Sorry Big Boy. This is a black and white party. Go find your own gang."

Sometimes, we'll be hiking along, minding our own darn business when we spot two interlopers hanging out on our path. We do our best to be polite and ignore them, but they hiss and say nasty things to us.

 A poem by Mr. Wild Dingo Dauntless flew young scarecrow blue Unfettered he, from sac set free

"Well, you're half right Big Boy. That would be France behind us. But if the next words out of your mouth are about my jodhpurs, you'll be seeing the moon---up close."

You wanna know how to make me smile Take control, own me just for the night

"Hi ya Sweetstuff! You sure are cute!" While yesterday's post pointed out how dogs recognize their own breed, today's post recognizes that you just can't help who you fall for. Gun, the Tervuren, had a special interest in Juno.