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.
Since we arrived in the 'hood, Ludwig and his two sisters have been asking their parents for a dog. Marita, Ludwig's mom and mother of two girls, plus 2 pet rabbits, had grown up on a farm and knew the responsiblity of a dog was heavy. All of her children are accomplished in school and various activities […]
This is Ludwig, our neighbor. From the first day they met two years ago, he and Loki were bonded. It's a relationship that has puzzled and fascinated me.
It's only July and yet it's harvest time. Am I the only one fascinated with the neat round hay bales? I'm always shooting them. As soon as I get home, I download the memory card, excited and believing that I've finally found a way to make them look interesting on camera. Sadly, those hopes are […]
While snacking on Chiendent, sometimes Loki and Juno will make a new friend they finding hiding in it. Like this fella: Harry Hérisson. Juno found Harry and I quickly called her off. She and Loki politely obeyed and left little Harry alone. Les Hérisson (hedgehogs) are common in Switzerland. I don't know much about the hedgehog so I […]
While we're on the subject of my faux-paws, I thought I'd add another. In May, I posted about an Alpine herbal plant called Dent de Chien. I tried to research an entirely different grass called Chiendent because our walking friend Sylvie with her dog Mona, mentioned it often on our walks. But all my Internet […]
Internet, did you notice my big faux-pas in June's post on the Secret Garden? My walking pal Sylvie (a smarty pants English teacher for French-speaking Swiss) pointed it out to me and I didn't bother correcting it. Instead, I thought I'd defend myself. In the post, I hastily wrote the name of the trail that I walk as "Sentir des Truites," […]
That's right. I'm reposting this same 'ole boring photo as I posted a few days ago and using it as July's masthead. Because I'm dedicating the rest of this summer to getting high again. Well, at least one more time.
For me, there's nothing more exhilarating than being high. Don't get your panties in a bunch. I mean on a mountain range.
Continuing our Zermatt Hiking adventure, we headed out our hotel door and chose an 'easy' route for our first hike. I wonder what has Mr. Wild Dingo's attention?