Tempting Fate: That's what Mr. Wild Dingo calls this series of photos.
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 transatlantically transporting two high-drive dogs to our foreign grocery store adventures, there wasn't a single moment of regret.
On the way to Ballens. The farm on the right has lovely band of 20 or more frolicking horses. I was re-writing the About page the other day because Wild Dingo used to be a Web site that was for my consulting business and blog. I had to update the information because people still contact […]
Our cultural trainer and advisor recently emailed me to follow up on how we were doing. She was pleased to hear I had started cooking and finding my creativity again. She was writing from Milan where she had taken time to appreciate "the sweet life" and "la bella figura." She herself had been inspired to "refuse to live ugly"--in the […]
Romainmotier, Switzerland's oldest abby, established around 500. A 14th century bell tower faces the front of the abby. It's a quiet Monday morning. You could hear a pin drop in the town of roughly 500 people.
Thanks to the TravelMarx for the pun, I have my theme for April. Actually it couldn't be more fitting. As Mr. Wild Dingo and I continue to massacre the French language, we are forgetting how to speak English. The French use the verb "faire" (to do or to make) quite a bit as in "faire cuire," which […]
Sometimes I think Mr. Wild Dingo and I are the lowest common denominator here in Switzerland. Language difficulties aside, even the picture signage here can be confusing. From the comments listed on the last post, I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels a little out of the loop. Sometimes you have a sign […]
Mr. Wild Dingo and I paid a visit to the Foundation de l'Hermitage last weekend. It's a 19th century estate with a small art collection of 800 or so paintings, mostly impressionists. There were a few Degas and some Picasso and a whole bunch of artists I have never heard of.
My whole life, balance has been a recurring theme. And in dog handling, it's no different. Green grass and rolling hills. Tons of places for dogs to safely run. It's what I envisioned when Mr. Wild Dingo proposed moving to Switzerland.
It seems the Swiss love a little cracker to go with all that cheese! We met and walked with Tina, a 9-year old Jack Russel Terror who had plenty of her own crack-a-tude for my cracker and criminal. "Hey little lady, you got some kind of cracked out chutzpuh! I think we like ya."