"Or I'll send your flip flops back to you---piece by piece."
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.
Well, I made it back to Zermatt. Mr. Wild Dingo and I have been traveling all summer but I was able to squeeze in one more quick weekend trip to Zermatt. And you know what? I'm still not done here.
When I first adopted Loki, his foster gave me a list of words and commands he understood. "Mine" was one of them. Basically, he understood the difference between what belonged to her and what he could have. Like most GSDs, Loki enjoys possessing things but never puts up a fight when told something doesn't belong to him. And […]
"Wait a minute. Princess, something's wrong. Someone's missing! Where is Mom?" "Big boy, the only person I'm searching for is the Ice Cream man. We are downtown Morges after all."
So much better than Tele Vision.
"Tra-la-la. This looks like a nice spot to see a man about a horse."
"I don't understand why you waste all that money on carbon fiber and titanium bikes when you could own the cadillac of velos!"
"Hey Loki, I'm gonna annoy you until I win and you will bow to my cuteness!"
"I want to ride the Vallée du Joux and go STRAIGHT up the Col du Marchairuz," said I, feeling full of piss and vinegar last week. I've ridden the steep side (there's also an easier side) of the Col du Marchairuz two times two years ago when I was much too sick to even attempt it. The good […]
We have the beach to ourselves.