Tag: Switzerland

Flashback Friday

My Lyme brain was showing even back then!

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High Rollers

"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 […]

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Forest Friend

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 […]

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Take Me to the River

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.

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Once in a Lullaby

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 […]

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These Open Doors

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 […]

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On y va!

"Princess, Mom's calling. Let's go!" "Did she say adventures? Woo know, I'm all about the adventures!"

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Fitting In

"Sorry Big Boy. This is a black and white party. Go find your own gang."

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Traitors!

Sometimes, we'll be hiking along, minding our own darn business when we spot two interlopers hanging out on our path. We do our best to be polite and ignore them, but they hiss and say nasty things to us.

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I See London, I see France...

"Well, you're half right Big Boy. That would be France behind us. But if the next words out of your mouth are about my jodhpurs, you'll be seeing the moon---up close."

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Voluptuous is the New Skinny

"Hi ya Sweetstuff! You sure are cute!" While yesterday's post pointed out how dogs recognize their own breed, today's post recognizes that you just can't help who you fall for. Gun, the Tervuren, had a special interest in Juno.

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Breedist

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 […]

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Be Vewey, Vewey, Qweye-it. We-ya Huntin' Twuffles.

"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!"

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Limits and Liberties

The past two years have been a huge exercise of balance between limits and liberties.  The two of my dogs have different limits and knowing them is key to giving them the liberties that they've earned in a safe way.

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Domestic Game

"Look at THAT!" Hm. On a walk through the deep forests in Friborg, my Siberian spots something. Whatever could it be?

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Swiss High Speed Trains

"Princess, this train sure looks fun. I wonder how fast it goes?" "Trust me Big Boy. There's a lot more horse power in my Siberian jodphurs than that Swiss version of the TGV."

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What's a Little Rumble Among Strangers?

"Come a little closer Dollface, so I can get my kicks every-which way bitey." Don't be fooled readers. Juno brought this on. She flirted with this sweet gentle giant for quite some time.

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A Bittersweet Harvest

It's harvest time. Fall is the beginning of an end. And yet the colors are breath-taking. Beautiful, yet final.

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Size Matters

"Princess, that chateau sure looks inviting." "That's right, Big Boy. Finally a dog house perfectly sized for barbarian ears."

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Formosan Photobomb
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