My short legs and stubby paws take me far. Over the American Labor Day weekend, we visited the Engadine valley in Switzerland. This is a photograph of Mom and me at a 9,000 foot high pass. We hiked up from the lake you see in the picture.
[By the way, the American Labor Day September holiday is not celebrated in Europe. In Europe, Labor Day is celebrated as May Day, which is on May 1st. Maybe the red overtones of May 1st are too much for the United States?]
Here is the lake, close up, where we ate lunch. Can you say, "Carrots!" Notice my Dachshund Delights's Hold-a-Dog harness. It helps take me places!
We also had an encounter with a cowborne operation. That's another story. One cow really liked Mom's bright blue shirt. We have no pictures. Guess why. Yikes.
I really like breathing the air at 9,000 feet. It makes me feel philosophical. Maybe because Nietzsche used to hike around here. But Mom would not let me hunt marmots. Why not? I think Nietzsche would have let me hunt marmots. Don't you?