This year, we were able to get away for a few days for our anniversary. I’ve been wanting to go up North to a dog friendly environment and hike some headlands and river trails. Last year I was too sick to even sit at my computer and this year, though I’m still on plenty of drugs for Lyme, is quite different.
Prior to this little get-away, in September, we managed a short stay in Maryland for Mr. Wild Dingo’s 30th reunion with his Navy Academy. I’ll never forget Juno’s disappointment in not going on that vacation. She literally sat by the trunk of the car while luggage was being loaded and the look on her face said it all.
For those 3 readers not following the other 3 readers who follow us on Facebook, here’s a little piece of news: Mr. Wild Dingo and I got to meet some very famous Internet celebrities, in the FUR! Last week, we met up with Norwood and his bean along with Jack, Moo and their hu-mom. What a dream come true! I’m not even sure meeting William Shatner would top this. We met up at a place called Purgatory Chasm for a little walkie action. Continue reading “In the Fur”
“Something tells me we’re not in Switzerland anymore, Princess.”
“Really? What clued you in Sherlock?”
WARNING: Educational post to follow. Read at your own risk.
Now that we’re so over that rainbow and back to reality, I want to share what we’ve learned from our experiences in preparing for a long overseas flight with dogs. Continue reading “We’re So Over that Rainbow”
It wasn’t at all as I expected, Monet’s House and Garden in Giverny. I envisioned a quiet estate, square or round in shape, with a long driveway that would lead to the front. I imagined it unconnected from the noisy, harried world. Instead, it was located in a busy village, where motorists pass right through the middle of the two pieces of land that make up Monet’s House and Garden. And yet, Claude Monet managed to create a oasis for a seemingly infinite variety of species in the most unexpected of spaces. Continue reading “The Zen of Controlled Chaos”
This time, I was on a mission: shoot the clock at the Musée d’Orsay in ways its never been shot before. I didn’t use a camera filter, but I did use a filter in the environment of the museum itself. And it was a complete mind-frack for the passing people. They looked at me as if I was crazy. Then, they would point their camera in the normal light, with nothing obstructing their view as if to say, “Duh, if you want a picture of the clock, this is how you’re supposed to do it!”
I know what you’re thinking. How can anyone be miserable in Paris? I assure you, it is possible. Continue reading “Miserable in Paris”
For me, there’s nothing more exhilarating than being high. Don’t get your panties in a bunch. I mean on a mountain range. Continue reading “Heights Make Me High: Zermatt Part Quatre”
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? Continue reading “The Easy Stroll: Zermatt Part Trois”
We arrived in Zermatt in 10-15 minutes from Tasch. I’m not a skier so I was unfamiliar with how things worked in a ski village, but a car-free ski village left even more questions. Like, how the hell were we going to get to our hotel, which sat above the town? But right off the train, it was completely obvious. There were plenty of battery-electric cars and horse and buggies that waited to carry you to your destination. I have to hand it to the Swiss, they really know how to make mountain living easier. Continue reading “Chalets are Us; Zermatt Part Deux”
“Whatchya got there pop? Two train tickets for peeps and two train tickets for pups to Zermatt, the best husky hiking in all of Switzerland? Oh please say it’s true!” Continue reading “Un Bon Voyage à Zermatt, Mais Pour Qui?”
Can you believe I have to take a 40-minute plane ride just to get a decent pizza? At least the view never gets old.
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 vacation, Bernard was so exhausted from Loki’s crackerdom, that he literally told us there wouldn’t be a kennel in all of Switzerland that would take him for 2,000 Swiss Francs per day. Those were his exact words. He also said that putting him in a caged kennel would probably be the worst thing for him, so, he would make the sacrifice for us and all the other kennel keepers in Switzerland and take Loki again. I swear to Dog, Internet, those were his words.
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 things about Loki, like how gentle he is even with the most bossy, dominant little doggies. But his own anxiety of being away from me in a strange location is over the top. So for over a month now, he’s been back on his Chineese herbs, Shen Calmer. I ordered some from my vet in the States and I also found a source here in Europe that will sell direct to a customer. Continue reading “Shen Zen”
When we travel, Mr. Wild Dingo focuses on history and ancient sites. I focus on landscape, culture, city vibe, pretty things and cuisine. So other than my gluttonous indulgence in Italian cuisine, I had only one other mission going to Venice: glass. And lots of it. Continue reading “Eye Candy”
Our hotel was just a 1-minute walk from the Bridge of Sighs. The enclosed bridge with the two square windows connects the prisons to the interrogation room in Doge’s Palace, which by the way was much more stunning than I anticipated. A local legend says that lovers will be granted everlasting love and bliss if they kiss on a gondola at sunset under the bridge. Since my own bliss comes from driving Mr. Wild Dingo mad, I made sure to avoid boats and sunsets. Continue reading “Criminal Sighs”
Maybe I’m biased, but Italian food is hands down, the best cuisine in the world. Most often it’s simply prepared but can be as equally elegant as French cuisine. In Italian cuisine, flavors are raw, original and not subverted. While French cuisine is complex, flavor can sometimes be hidden or overtaken. Italian food on the other hand, never loses, and in fact celebrates, the original earthen flavors of its ingredients. Continue reading “A Taste of Venice”
“Monter le jambon? WTF does ham have to do with wheel pose?!” Continue reading “Overheard in Yoga Class”