Oct 232012

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.

Jul 092012
Sentier et Sentir

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,” […]

May 252012
Leash Lessons

Don’t practice your Olympic Ribbon Gymnastics routine with your dog’s leash. “WTF is going on? Did anyone cue any music? I haven’t practiced my agility in ages!” “Don’t’ worry Big Boy. This is just Pop’s wacky leash walking style.”

May 142012
Finding Religion

For some, spirituality is found in Sunday morning religious services or a stroll in the park. The morning is too crisp for our clothing choice. We try to avoid our usual stop through town and head back home. The husky however, is too devoted to her ritual Sunday morning spiritual practice and instead pulls us […]

May 102012
Tutti Frutti

“Princess, why is this bed of flowers called Tutti Frutti?” “It’s as if they knew you were comin’ Big Boy.”

Apr 082012
Creative Suffering

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 […]

Feb 232012
Passage du Loup

“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.”

Feb 272011
Balance is Restored

Mr. Wild Dingo is home. Loki is ecstatic to have his ultimate tug partner back.  Juno’s thrilled to have the object of her disdain back. Nothing like a few husky huffs of disapproval to score some bites of French bread. The photo below was taken a few weeks ago on one of the docks in Morges. […]

Jan 272011
This and That

There is no story, just a few photos of this and that over the past month. When our friends were here we visited the cathedral in Lausanne. It was nighttime, so I didn’t have to risk being kicked out. Another embarassing moment averted. 

Jan 192011
The Formosan Has New Clothes

Mr. Wild Dingo and I took a walk into Morges on Sunday evening at sunset. It was bitter cold so we tried out Loki’s new coat. It was fairly easy to put on him, and he seemed happy enough to wear it, until it was time to go on the walk. He refused to leave […]

Nov 262010
American Visitors

“Hey Princess, Mom says the TravelMarx are coming to visit. Do you remember them?” “Sure I do, Big Boy. They visited us last year and stayed with us when Mom and Pop deserted us for a week.” “They took us on nice hikes.”‘ “And played tug with me every minute of the day! Sigh. They […]

Nov 252010
The Princess and Her Turkey

One of our favorite places to hang out is on this little bit of shoreline in Morges. It’s deserted enough during the day to give the dogs a little free time off leash. Usually there’s nobody for the dogs to bother, play with. But sometimes we run into this guy:

Nov 022010
Lost in Translation

This morning I woke up and found the dogs downstairs reading the local news. They didn’t look too pleased. Let me take that back. Juno didn’t look pleased. Loki, well, he just looked confused. “Hey Mom. Did you see this morning’s ’24 Heures’?” Why No Juno, I haven’t. Why the long face?

Oct 262010
Just Outside Our Door

One of the hardest things about living here is deciding where to walk each day. I know I mentioned it before but there are literally hundreds of trails and different directions I can take just outside my house.It’s not like hour home in California, there were probably a half a dozen walks at best and […]

Sep 232010

“Hey Princess, is it a coincidence that we live in a town (Tolochenaz) on the way to another town (Biere) named after Pop’s favorite beverage?”