"Um, Princess, you're sitting on my foot." Four years ago, he was the house bully. Yet, it took only two nights, with only positive efforts, to teach him not to bully her for her dinner. It was such a powerful lesson, that each night after that, he would finish his dinner and seek me out searching for his praise for doing the […]

Dog lovers generally like or love Loki when they first meet him. They're fooled by his charm.  Even Bernard, our kennel keeper, had a mile-wide smile the first day he met him. "He's well-trained," he said. But that was before he chose to live with the whacka-cracker while we vacation. The last time we picked up the dogs after […]

"It is better to do nothing, than to be busy doing nothing." I've had this knot in my stomach all week knowing I'd have to leave the cracker and the criminal at Bernard's doggie spa and camp this week. Bernard was fairly exhausted by Loki's crackery on the last stay. There are so many great […]

I looked like the total American trying to walk into a Coop Supermarket on Thursday evening at 5:30 p.m. Nothing was open. I should have known better. It was Holy Thursday. Switzerland basically shuts almost down everything from Thursday night to Tuesday morning. So if you're out of milk, you almost have to suffer for 4 […]

"Hey Princess, something seems a bit different about this field."

First Tulip. We took our first Spring walk to Morges yesterday. The tulips weren't quite out yet, but a few lone renegades were making their appearance.

"Talk to the jodhpurs, Punk. This Sibe's not listening." Juno anticipates Loki's punk move. On our walks, if I'm not recalling Juno for straying too far, then the rest of my time is spent calling Loki off of Juno.  Their relationship is complicated. In the house, Juno rules supreme. On walks, Loki pulls out the punk […]

"Maladive attachée," said Bernard when we picked up the dogs last week. This trip, Loki never settled down. Bernard had many dogs this time and apparently, Loki plays really well with the big dogs, but when he wasn't playing, he was barking, crying or trying to escape.

"Hey Pop, read the sign above. Your kind isn't allowed down this alley." "Princess, something tells me he still can't read French---or teeth---for that matter."

Loki went all Paolo Nutini on us.  He put some new shoes on and suddenly everything was right.