"Look at THAT!" Hm. On a walk through the deep forests in Friborg, my Siberian spots something. Whatever could it be?
"Look at THAT!" Hm. On a walk through the deep forests in Friborg, my Siberian spots something. Whatever could it be?
"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.
I meet the nicest people, and sometimes my closest friends, when I'm walking or hiking with the dogs. From the start, you've already got something in common: sharing a passion for the great outdoors with canine companions.
It's harvest time. Fall is the beginning of an end. And yet the colors are breath-taking. Beautiful, yet final.
"Princess, that chateau sure looks inviting." "That's right, Big Boy. Finally a dog house perfectly sized for barbarian ears."
Mona, the beagle, gazes adoringly at the tall-eared, dark and handsome fella. She dreams of spending quiet evenings alone with her gallant knight. Love is blind. Juno would be happy to unload him for a few days. If she only knew.
My running partners are all smiles after a five mile run through the forest.
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.