Endless. Endless seem the duneworlds of the western coast of Noord-Holland. Endless seems the freedom on the miles-long beaches, which gently curve into the meter-high mountains of sand. Endless the relief to be here, after weeks of dog-ban-signs on the Read more…
Before I visited Sylt for the first time, I scolded the German North Sea Coast like a barnyard rat. Not because it lacked grace and beauty. No, it lacked dog-friendliness, good riding terrain, and accordingly, all the freedom I consider Read more…
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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 Read more…
