Switzerland is famous for its incredible awe-inspiring beauty. When I viewed my first mountain with its cap of white snow, I almost reached out to see if it was a painting or real.
The people of Switzerland are polite and well-educated, and the unemployment rate is near to nothing. And most have a dog or two, which are also polite and well-trained. The canine walk on leash, silent, and discreet in relieving needs, which the owner promptly removes with a Swiss provided bag and disposal sites along the sidewalks.
|Scrumpy and Porter (these are types of English beers)|
My daughter Mary and husband Richard have two dogs, Porter and Scrumpy. Porter has a stoic dignity about him; he will keep feet warm, let my grandson climb over him, and considers himself to be superior to his fellow dog, Scrumpy.
|Scrumpy and Benjamin's diapered bottom|
|Benjamin (1 year?) hanging out with Scrumpy|
Scrumpy is a fun-loving and likable mutt, with mixed terrier tendencies and low on the intelligence scale. If there is to be something destroyed in the house, Scrumpy is guilty while Porter shakes his head. Scrumpy..Scrumpy.
|Porter, the ever-patient-Porter|
The Swiss also have professional dog-sitters: people who are prepared with all the needs a dog might have. Mary and Richard have left Porter and Scrumpy with a lovely lady on many trips, where dogs are happy.
This last two week holiday had an unusual twist in the regular day's activities. Life for Porter and Scrumpy had been proceeding just fine, until this one afternoon.
|How to Care for Your Tortoise|
The lady had two sizable pet tortoises who also occupied the dog yard, and enjoyed a platonic, complacent relationship with all the other dogs. And Porter and Scrumpy had stayed there several times.
So it was a big surprise to all when Scrumpy raced toward the biggest tortoise (let’s just call him Bernard), opened his terrier-sized maw, and scooped him up. He shook Bernard side to side to side. Then Scrumpy threw him in the air, where Bernard turned end on end, landing with a thump on his back.
Scrumpy moved in for the kill—he somehow knew what to do. With his front paws, Scrumpy disemboweled Bernard.
Porter had been laying under the shade of a tree, observing his impulsive friend do all this, gave one bark, which said it all: Damn it, Scrumpy, you idiot! Scrumpy happily jogged over to Porter, a jaunty wag of his tail singing his victory.
The owner lady came screaming and cursing. How it all ended, I don’t know. Mary and Richard are rather silent on this, while Benjamin still loves to chase Scrumpy around the house.
But I do know this: Scrumpy and Porter will no longer be welcome at her house.