and her wolf

In Asam Straße in the Au neighbourhood in Munich

Sometimes it’s best just to let the girl be with her wolf.

Was scrolling through some photos I took last year and never used. Why has it taken me so long to insert this one in the blog? There are wonders waiting round the corner…all you need to do sometimes is let your gaze float upwards.

canine sphinx

Don’t ask me what I’m thinking…I won’t tell you.

Recently took a day trip to Austria.

Whenever I travel without my dogs Ella and Louis, I stop and admire other dogs. It’s not something I can control.

Have always liked dogs. Because mine aren’t with me, I live vicariously through other dog owners. It’s a weakness.

This dog breed is Japanese.

Great dogs.

Very stubborn.

Unlike my dogs, not that interested in other people.

His owner he loves.

Anyone else? Not so much.

I wish he’d tell me what he thought. Or what he’s thinking.

Oh well.

Don’t tell Ella about my thing with Poppet

Me and my bitch in London…
Poppet isn’t shy about showing her affection.
I think she has something very serious to talk to me about.
This was before the election, but I feel the same way now.
I think we’re ok again.
One of us had too much Chapi (and it wasn’t me)…farting commenced.
There…everyone feels better now.
Then we went outside, which is much better than inside.
The River Lea…
The tea selection at the little café where the *boat people* drink tea.
Stuck on the wrong side of the fence…literally and metaphorically…
This isn’t going to end well, is it?


Wait! You’re the one stuck *inside* the fence. Out here, I can chase swans…
Well, enough of that. Let’s go back home for some more Chapi.





from above the Oktoberfest

Bavaria and her lion

Isn’t she gaww-juss? My girl Bavaria. I like ’em big, you know. And her lion? I could let her stick around for the lion alone.

My band and I went to the Oktoberfest yesterday morning, but my hounds Ella and Louis insisted on accompanying us, so we knew we wouldn’t be actually going down to the Wies’n. Instead, our plan was to stay up above on the hill with the Bavaria statue whose photo you see above.

So, how does the world’s biggest folk festival look from up there? Let me show you.

Frauenkirche and Löwenbräu

That’s Munich’s Frauenkirche with her two Turms (towers) on the left, and then the Löwenbräu Festzelt on the right.

A huge Maß of Paulaner in the distance

A lot of Munich’s architecture is inspired by the Greeks. Take for example these columns on the hill above the Wies’n. I’ll talk more about that in a later post, but I just liked this photo because it’s got the two images juxtaposed.

all the owners of the tents listed in one place

These guys make a killing every year. The turnover in each tent would astound you. It’s a massive economic surge to the city of Munich. The locals complain about how the Volksfest seems more for tourists every year, but they cannot deny the financial benefit to not just the people who make beer, but to the entire local tourism industry and limitless other local businesses.

St Paul’s from the European Patent Office

If you read/look at more of my Oktoberfest posts, you’ll see that I’m obsessed with this church. I could take photos of it every single day. More soon…

swim for the light

(photo courtesy of Stephen Pruitt)

‘Why are you so into turtles?’ I get asked often. Instead of a traditional wedding ring, my wife and I chose turtle rings. We lived in Aspen when we were first married, and there was a Kieselstein-Cord shop there. Do you know this designer?

Known for alligator/crocodile belt buckles and other jewelry/paraphernalia, I was astounded to see they had turtles. Well, not real turtles. Turtle jewelry.

Who cares, eh? Well, when I was a teenager, I started collecting turtles. Again, not real turtles. Many of my friends have turtles (they’re great pets, incidentally), but I’ve got my hands full with Ella and Louis.

There are many more turtle-related stories I cold tell you, but I wouldn’t want to upset the goats.

Goats are a bit territorial and jealous by their very nature, you know? Here’s the ring. Nice, eh?


a rainy bug for your contemplative pleasure

What’s that?

After several relatively humid days here in Bavaria’s capital, we’ve had a few days of scattered showers.

Aren’t you glad you came here for the weather report on The Previous Week in Munich? I’m happy to be of help, you know. At your service and all that.

So, on the terrace this morning there was this awaiting me. What is that? Not sure. I think the rain brought it.

‘I have come to haunt your dreaming of cheese,’ says the visitor.

little Vizslas


Insomnia has struck, so I’m up in the night looking at old photos.

Have another blogpost in the works about Schoko Bär, but it’s not quite ready, so this’ll have to do.

These are photos from when Ella and Louis were still tiny. Puppies are a bit like babies in that everyone thinks their precious little drop of sunshine is the cutest thing that has ever existed. Sometimes it’s simply not the case.

But Ella and Louis are the exception. Yes, I know everyone thinks they’re somehow more objective on this.


That’s them (with littermates) in their house in Hamburg. Don’t they look adorable? This was all I had to look at before taking the ICE train up there at Easter seven years ago. Sometimes I get really choked up when I think about all we’ve been through over the years. Enjoy the photos, yeah?