Norden. Nothing would have driven me to Norden. That community on the shore of the North Sea, which offered its visitors the seaside resort Norddeich and the associated dog beach Norddeich. If it wasn’t for my mother. For years, my mother dreamed of buying a house close to the North Read more…
It was only by chance, that we spent an afternoon at the Rheinauen in Bonn, after having had an appointment in the city before. It was a warm, late summerday and we were drawn to the water. We drove a bit haphazardly towards the Rhine, looked for a parking spot Read more…
Sunset. Translucent atmospheres. It‘s 2018 on the heights of Solingen. It is already October and Tia and Sandy have been with us for three months. They know all the surroundings of Solingen. That city in which I grew up and which I never learned to love. Accordingly, I long Read more…
Fields. Endless expanses. It‘s the year 2018 in Solingen, western Germany. We stroll across finite fields, which gently curve over the edges of Bergisches Land. It smells like earth and hay, in a way, that no trampled path will ever smell like. The soft ground flatters the joints. The Read more…
The forest. Infinite depths. It’s the year 2018 in Leysiefen. The small community of the town of Leichlingen in western Germany, has been one of my favorite walking areas since I was little. Once the forest lay fairy tale like between the river Wupper, some farmland and mountain foothills, Read more…
The dog’s meadow. Astonishing fun. It’s the year 2018 in the Hildener Heide in western Germany. The title “dog’s meadow” is not quite right. It implies a fenced area, which is specially designed for dogs. This actually once existed on the left side of the heath. However, it was Read more…
In this blogpost, I would like to tell how the first days, weeks and months with our former street dogs went. The first part of the story, from finding Tia to their day of departure to Germany, can be read here. The second part of the story starts with the Read more…
We don’t know anything about Tia’s first five months of life, and we don’t know how old Sandy is, nor do we know one shred of her past. These are the things we don’t know. The times of knowing began during a walk in Cyprus, March 5th 2017. We Read more…
Everything started in Cyprus. Everything started with housesitting. Via Trustedhousesitters, we discovered a request from an Englishwoman living in Cyprus, who was looking for housesitters for her 11 cats and 6 dogs, during her four-week absence. At that time, we were traveling as petless digital nomads, drifting where the wind Read more…
