This blog began in 2005 with a silly press release about my dingo, Maggie, and her nemesis, Monsieur Le Pew. In 2008, I rescued the cracker, Loki. I never had a high drive working dog so I did what every new dog owner does when they are in over their heads with a busy dog. I adopted a second dog, a husky, to "keep him busy." I know, Internet, I know. I didn't actually make my life easier. I just had more work. Life with the cracker and the criminal was filled with adventures and hard life lessons. Juno wrote masticated the book on crime and punishment, while the cracker policed her misdemeanors.
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."