Ever notice if your dog recognizes his kind? Juno always cries when she sees another Northern breed. But Loki surprises me because he's a mixed breed: Formosan and German Shepherd. Since we don't meet many Formosan's in Switzerland (ok none) his tendency is naturally toward German Shepherds. But I'm 100% certain, his favorite breed to […]

"That's right, Elmer! We're on a big hunt for bad-ass twuffles! And I'm the one who'll twack 'em for you!"

The past two years have been a huge exercise of balance between limits and liberties.  The two of my dogs have different limits and knowing them is key to giving them the liberties that they've earned in a safe way.

"Look at THAT!" Hm. On a walk through the deep forests in Friborg, my Siberian spots something. Whatever could it be?

"Princess, this train sure looks fun. I wonder how fast it goes?" "Trust me Big Boy. There's a lot more horse power in my Siberian jodphurs than that Swiss version of the TGV."

"Come a little closer Dollface, so I can get my kicks every-which way bitey." Don't be fooled readers. Juno brought this on. She flirted with this sweet gentle giant for quite some time.

I meet the nicest people, and sometimes my closest friends, when I'm walking or hiking with the dogs. From the start, you've already got something in common: sharing a passion for the great outdoors with canine companions.

It's harvest time. Fall is the beginning of an end. And yet the colors are breath-taking. Beautiful, yet final.

"Just because you heard rummaging around in the bathroom does not mean that I was involved in any criminal activities. Show me the proof."

"Princess, that chateau sure looks inviting." "That's right, Big Boy. Finally a dog house perfectly sized for barbarian ears."