02 Sep 2011

Davos to Stafa (By Train)

Sheila is my favorite Swiss dog.  She is brave, loyal, spunky, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit crazy.  She welcomed us back to Stafa with frenzied, ferocious barking, as any good guard dog would.  After 3 hours on trains, we likely smelled like a pair of no-good-doers, so Monique and family should feel safe in the knowledge that Sheila’s in charge of household security.

In an attempt to burn off a bit of all that frenetic energy, we walked her down to the lake with mum Monique to play a little fetch-and-swim.  Our activity was nearly derailed by the fact that, despite it being the primary focus of our jaunt, we forgot the ball, but fortunately to Sheila, a stick is an acceptable substitute, so game on.  Launch, splash, swim, retrieve, shake, repeat.

It’s enough to tucker anyone out.  Anyone except Sheila, that is.  The remedy?  Make sure the lawnmower is running.  You see, Sheila doesn’t like the lawnmower.  Or, to be more exact, Sheila doesn’t like it when the mower comes her way or even worse yet, into contact with one of her humans.  This causes much growling and grumping and expenditure of effort to ensure that everyone is protected from that dastardly machine.  And that, it seems, is just enough to make this wee dog just a wee bit tired after all.