Internet, did you notice my big faux-pas in June's post on the Secret Garden?   My walking pal Sylvie (a smarty pants English teacher for French-speaking Swiss) pointed it out to me and I didn't bother correcting it. Instead, I thought I'd defend myself. In the post, I hastily wrote the name of the trail that I walk as "Sentir des Truites," […]

That's right. I'm reposting this same 'ole boring photo as I posted a few days ago and using it as July's masthead. Because I'm dedicating the rest of this summer to getting high again. Well, at least one more time.

For me, there's nothing more exhilarating than being high. Don't get your panties in a bunch. I mean on a mountain range.

Continuing our Zermatt Hiking adventure, we headed out our hotel door and chose an 'easy' route for our first hike. I wonder what has Mr. Wild Dingo's attention?

We arrived in Zermatt in 10-15 minutes from Tasch. I'm not a skier so I was unfamiliar with how things worked in a ski village, but a car-free ski village left even more questions. Like, how the hell were we going to get to our hotel, which sat above the town?  But right off the train, […]

"Whatchya got there pop? Two train tickets for peeps and two train tickets for pups to Zermatt, the best husky hiking in all of Switzerland? Oh please say it's true!"

Whenever I drive toward Gruyères, I think "I feel like I'm in Switzerland." I know, it's a rediculous thought, being that I actually am in Switzerland. But it's true. The rolling green hills, the cows and the looming Alps just smack you in the face with an overwhelming feeling of Swiss-ness.

"Hey Sugarlips, it's time to knock the polish off your toes!"

The last two times Juno went to her Physical Therapy appointment---she goes once every month for a water treadmill workout and check-up---she gained 1 full pound of weight on both visits. She was down to a svelte 58 lbs and hovered there all winter, which greatly helped ease the pain of her severe hip dysplasia. […]

For some of us, exploring new things is daunting at best and nerve-wracking at worst. For the husky, there's nothing better than new ground. If she's been there more than twice, it's old news and she'd be happier on new trails. The cracker, on the other hand, would be happy never exploring more than a 30-minute radius […]