Traveling The World with my humans

  Smørrebrød, Smørrebrød; hej, it's me, Mogli. I was born in Sweden but that's about all I know in Swedish. I know, you were wondering if this blog would ever be continued after no new blog entry was made for than two years. Time flew and Lupo and I were busy living "la dolce vita". Well, not all the time, but most of it. We did a couple of excursions though. Have you ever been to Giardino di Ninfa (https://www.giardinodininfa.eu/)? This is a beautiful garden with a castello nearby and is pronounced to be the most romantic garden in the world. Unfortunately, we couldn't run free, that would have been a dream, but nevertheless it was beautiful, and we had a lot of newspapers to read. We visited Terracina, the Tempio di Giove Anxur (https://comune.terracina.lt.it/contenuti/49704/tempio-giove-anxur) and the beach. I love the beach, but I am scared of the water. And we even went on holiday in San Nicola Arcella in Calabria.  In Serrone we attended La festa in onore de

After living in Italy for about a month now I can say I love it. The climate is perfect for me and my old bones and whenever the weather is good my humans leave the office door open so that Mogli and I can lie outside on the patio in the sun. We made tours to some towns around here, for example Olevano Romano. And we’ve been to the centro storico of Serrone, our hometown. Boy I can tell you, these roads up there are crazy, steep roads, 25-degree bends and on one side of the road the mountain and on the other side steep gradient.    Smørrebrød, smørrebrød, remtemtemtem, Lupo what are you blogging about? Are you telling our readers about our drive up to the top of Monte Scalambra? Don’t be a fraidy-cat, it's fun driving up there. I wish we could have run around free and chase the wild horses down the hill. I wish I could join one of the paragliders that fly down there. That must be great!     Oh, Mogli you are a diehard! The poor horses - I’m sure they were happy that you c

  My turn, my turn, my turn! Hej everyone smørrebrød, it’s me, Mogli! Lupo needs a break, he’s getting old. I will blog now!   No, you will not, this is my blog and you can help me once in a while. For now you can go on, but I will have a close eye on you. Don’t blog any nonsense.   Smørrebrød, ok, you are the boss old man. My English is not good. Please be patio with me, no patient. Today we moved into the house. We had to leave öhrli, early in the morning. San Quirico, the town where we move to, is located on a mountain. We drove up-hill for quiet, quite a while. Smørrebrød, tabernac, writing in English is not as easy as I thought. My humans, sorry, our humans, were afraid we wouldn’t make it to San Quirico with the trailer. But we did! We drove by at first, there was no smørrebrød number on the house. This seems to be common in Italy. And if there are numbers on the houses they are not in order. Not all the time I mean.   The landlord, was waiting for us.   Stop! That

We returned from Italy after spending a week. Mogli and I enjoyed running around and meeting new people. Everyone we met was so nice. My humans had a couple of meetings over the days, and it looked like they were happy with what they achieved. Now back in Fachbach they worked a lot for a couple of weeks, sitting in front of these big boxes and stressed. The weather wasn’t very good and Mogli and I weren’t too keen to go for a walk. Once we met the owners of Chloe and Cindy and my owners got the news that Cindy crossed the rainbow bridge. This was sad news. After some weeks my humans started moving around things, bringing more stuff from the storage and packing boxes. All of a sudden ,a lot of packed boxes were everywhere in the apartment. Normally when that happens, we are usually about to move somewhere else but the last time they packed boxes like that we moved from Frankfurt to the USA. Are we going back to Nevada? But no, they did not talk about Nevada or flights, they talked about

We left early the next morning. The humans had breakfast at the B&B while Mogli and I waited patiently in our room. Next stop was Broccostella where we would stay for a couple of days.   Again my humans chose to drive along the coastline as long as possible and luckily they did because shortly after we left Piombino my master saw a sign with “dog beach” written on it. Finally, Mogli and I could feel sand under our paws, feel the sun on our fur and run on the beach. Mogli wasn’t sure if he liked it, he was very skeptical about this weird feeling on the paws and the salty, moving water. After a while he loved it but he did not go into the water. I tried to walk into the sea but it was cold – too cold for me anyways. We spent more than half an hour on the beach before we went back to the car and drove on.   In the early afternoon we arrived in Broccostella, at the Agriturismo La Pesca Villa www.facebook.com/agriturismolapesca. Miriam, the owner, welcomed us warmly and showed

My humans did not get up too early so Mogli and I had a good long night. My humans packed most of the stuff they had taken to the room the night before back in the car. Then they took us to the car and Mogli and I waited in the back of the car while our humans had breakfast and checked out of the hotel. Great opportunity to have another nap before we would be on the road again. We did not take the Autobahn, instead my humans tried to drive along the coastline as much as they could. They said we weren’t in a hurry and they thought it’s nicer to be able to enjoy the drive. Our next stop was Piombino where my mistress booked a room in a B&B. It was a nice drive and we could see the Mediterranean Sea. In the afternoon we arrived at the B&B called Regina Margerita, just like the name of the street where it is located in Piombino. www.bedreginamargherita.com/ It’s a small B&B close to the historic part of the city. In the evening my humans decided to walk into town to g