Showing posts from November, 2014

Learning a lesson

It was late November and too warm to snow. Brenda* and I were chatting and walking our dogs in the Oberbort, Gstaad's affluent neighborhood. Behind dark green evergreen hedges, mammoth chalets stood vacant, their shutters closed, as they are for most of the year. My dog Bizzi was free to roam and sniff the scents under every tree and bush. Brenda kept her aging and deaf terrier on a leash.

We were deep in conversation about the beauty of life, when we came upon a chalet that stood close to the road. A gardener was trimming the hedge in front. All of a sudden, a woman appeared from behind that hedge. She had immaculately coiffed shoulder length grey hair.

“Do you always walk your dog off the leash,” she asked me in perfect English.

“Uh…” I managed to utter. “Yes, uh… sometimes.”

“Well, I have a very dangerous mean dog,” the woman said. “You're lucky he’s not out today.”

I didn’t know what to say. Brenda and I kept walking.

“Is your dog mean?” the woman asked me, as we passed he…