Now that I made you all envious, I’ll share this with you: Il pleuvait tout la voyage en Provence. Not just a light dreary drizzle that just dulls your photos with a gray sky, but a clapping thunderous downpour. Brilliant bolts of lightening lit up the chateau while we slept in the evening and winds rattled the [...]
Provence. I know all 12 readers are waiting for a report. Although I’m pretty sure you just want to see the pictures. Do you guys actually read my posts? Because if you do, I’ll try to think of something clever to write. I’m not an experienced traveler so I struggled for a week deciding on [...]
Meet Bernard, our kennel keeper. As I drove to Bernard’s to drop off the dogs on Wednesday, I had a knot in my stomach. But it vanished as soon as I stepped out of the car to greet Bernard. Bernard’s calm demeanor and soothing voice, “Ca va,” immediately comforts me and I know my dogs are [...]
One of the favorite places for the Swiss to getaway is Lugano, one of Ticino’s most beautiful natural features. The striking thing about it is that the lake surrounded by the mountains right on the shoreline. The hotels are literally built into the mountain in some cases and right on the lake. I had heard about it enough to put it [...]
A few weekends ago, Mr. Wild Dingo and I visited Chateau d’Aigle, a museum of vine and wine that featured a renown collection of wine labels dating back as far as the 1800′s. Unfortunately, that exhibit was closed due to relocation, but the chateau and museum did not disappoint.
Before we go, Loki and Juno would like to share some memories of their adventures in a town named for cats. “Hey Handsome, how about you and me paint this “cat” town a little canine before we blow out of here?” “Cupcake, you crack the whip, I’ll make trip.”
”Princess, if we’re working dogs,shouldn’t we help the movers load the truck?” “It depends. What are they offering to satisfy my taste buds?”
The dogs at Wild Dingo got tanked the other day. For reals. I slipped them the ‘ole mickey in their morning snack. The big move to CH is now days away and I’m busy preparing. I don’t plan on narc-ing them up for the plane ride over the east pond. Airline regulations do not permit it and [...]
I sold the Mini Cooper this week. I cried like a baby. I’m not the kind of person to get attached to things. I can easily give away clothing, shoes, jewelry that I haven’t worn in a year. I can even easily leave this home. But that Mini had sentimental meaning to me. For one [...]
… have pillow fights. “Nothing says “I missed you” like pillow entrails. I cared enough to shred the very best.”
After 6 long weeks, Mr. Wild Dingo returned home, err… back to Casa Wild Dingo, or in Mango’s terms, “The Wild Dingo Estate.” Though Mr. Wild Dingo is married to Wild Dingo, he’s no longer an official resident of California or even the U.S.! His company broke his residency for tax purposes and he’s now officially a Suisse [...]
Two Monday’s ago, Mr. Wild Dingo and I went to get our Visa’s stamped at the consulate in the city. We were informed that they were approved and simply needed the stamp. We expected the process to take about 30 minutes, but when we got there, the Visa officer informed us that it would take 5 days [...]
We can’t find a crate tall enough for Loki’s ears. Pet relocation services tell us that an airline crate should be 4″ taller than your dog’s head and 4″ longer than his body. While that’s all fine and dandy, nobody gave us details on how to find a crate for a dog with gynormous ears. It’s likely we’ll [...]
All 17 readers of Wild Dingo may have noticed posting has been light these past few weeks. As our move to Lausanne is starting to become a reality, we’ve been rushing to get our current home in good shape so that we don’t come back to a disaster. That means having a new well installed, trees cut, [...]
Mr. Wild Dingo is back again. After being home a total of 4 days in the past month, he came home this time stocked with bribes to keep the quadrupeds from chewin’ him out. “Oh hey there Pop, it sure is nice to see you. Blah, blah, blah. Yada, Yada, Yada. Moving on…whatchya got there in that cellophane baggie?”
It’s a bit early but Loki and Juno have begun to plan for the big move. “Hey Princess, since we’ll be living near a lake, should I pack my float-able toys?” “Dude, we live 15 minutes from the ocean now. You’ve never swam in it. What do you think?”
