This month's masthead is dedicated to my inability to shut my bottom jaw anytime I'm walking the villages and vineyards in Switzerland. Someone needs to pinch me because sometimes I can't believe I live here, even if it's only temporary.
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.
This month's masthead is dedicated to my inability to shut my bottom jaw anytime I'm walking the villages and vineyards in Switzerland. Someone needs to pinch me because sometimes I can't believe I live here, even if it's only temporary.
This weekend we celebrated Loki's third anniversary with us and his 4th birthday. I'm one of those lame people that combines celebrations. Hey, when everyday is a celebration, who needs to add more, right? The three years have been a tremendous learning curve for all of us. Loki has taught me more than any other […]
Last week I brought Loki and Juno for a trial test day at Bernard's kennel. Let's face it. The place is a dog luxury spa. It has a huge garden to romp in. There are no cages. Dogs have access to the garden and house all day long and they sleep in the house. They […]
"Oh hey Daddy-O! It looks like lunch time!" I know what you're all thinking Internet. That I have a screw loose. Well, that's probably true. However, how was I supposed to know those cows were grazing behind us, 100 feet from the Lake Leman where Loki was just learning to dunk, err, I mean, swim? Cows in Switzerland turn […]
The Challenge: looking high or looking low. Yesterday's shoot didn't go as planned. I was hoping to get some interesting canine snout shots from below. Instead I got this quiet moment while laying on the ground. This is so typical of Loki, talking and leaning on his favorite person.
Sometimes I forget just how well-behaved these two really are. I witness their foibles daily and know just how imperfect they are. Then one day, one person, whose opinion actually matters tells me "they're well-trained dogs," and I realize all that work we did and still do is not for naught.