My Lyme brain was showing even back then!
Luck. Fortune. Fate. Call it what you want, but when the opportunity to spend a few years in Switzerland landed in our laps, we didn't say "no." I mean, we may be crazy here at Wild Dingo, but we're not exactly, crazy. It was everything you'd imagine and more. From transcendentally transporting two high-drive dogs to our grocery store adventures, there wasn't a single moment of regret.
"Princess, gambling is a sure way of getting nothing for something." "Big Boy, it's not gambling when you never lose!" We've had a strange week and lady luck has not been on our side. The criminal tried to have herself a solo adventure (thankfully the cracker stuck to her like glue) and the cracker […]
Often on our forest walks in Lully and Morges, we would meet this lone gentleman soaking his feet in the river or walking the trails. He was a kind man, who always complimented the dogs. Especially since whenever we saw him from a distance, I'd recall the dogs so they wouldn't bother him. Only, he […]
I got lucky when we adopted Juno. And not because she's a Siberian (although that could be considered luck in itself). But because she's a little different from most Siberians. She comes when she's called, she sits when asked and will perform a multitude of other tricks deemed humiliating by most, ok all, Siberians.
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 […]
By the end of this week, we'll be living back at our home in California. I'm looking forward to things like the dog door, soft water, reverse osmosis drinking water, Mexican food, Japanese food, clothes shopping, stores open at reasonable hours and my old yoga studio. Not to mention food labels in English and not having to […]
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!"
"Your project is guaranteed to meet superior Siberian standards or I will fatally masticate it. You have my "woo" on that!"
"I keep your project safe from crows, coyotes, and flies. I prefer to be paid in salmon treats and tennis balls."
"I manage the treat jar & the staff's daily payroll of cookies and bones. The staff is excellent at math and let me know when I come up short."