Right after Mom left for New York City to give her Bryant Park reading, Dachshund Daddy and I caught a train to Davos, the Swiss alpine town where the World Economic Fur-um takes place every year. Can you see me inside my not so humble abode?
In the winter of 1895, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle famously used a primitive pair of skis to travel from Davos to Arosa in the next valley over. Dachshund Daddy showed me this photo of Sir Conan Doyle with his skis, his wife, and Dachshund Sherlock, who bears an uncanny resemblance to the author of this blog. Note that, just like myself, Sherlock also donned a Hug-A-Dog harness from Dachshund Delights.
Dachshund Daddy and I decided to follow in Sir Conan Doyle's footsteps.
Minus the skis, of course, since it's still summer time and the temperature is well in the 80s.
After almost 4000 feet of elevation gain, we made it to the top of Chruebsch Horn, elevation 8500'. Don't try to pronounce that unless your insurance covers tongue fractures. Dachshund Daddy unceremoniously utilized the summit signage to force me to pose for this photo.
I then took a nap in my not so humble abode, which was traveling with us attached to Dachshund Daddy's backpack. The town down below is Davos.
We proceeded to a nearby pass, where I enjoyed another nap and dreamed of Sherlock hiking with Sir Conan Doyle, though apparently Dachshund Daddy's story about Dachshund Sherlock may be apocryphal. Can you see me?
Can you see me now? That's my bowl, whose lid I tried to destroy with my teeth because I thought there was food inside. Can you see the damage caused by my sweet little fangs?
Stay tuned for Part Two, where Dachshund Daddy thwarts my vain attempts at hunting marmots on the way down to Arosa and a warm welcome by a barkaholic committee of border collies.