Sunday afternoon dog walk. Two boys and a dog...which found a pile of cow manure and rolled in it, the dog I mean, making a mess of herself. She had to baptize her newly-trimmed coat that she is sporting after a run-in with the dog barber. Cutting her hair like this is considered heresy amongst the purest golden-retriever hoy-paloy, but it keeps me from sneezing my head off, so we do it a couple of times a year.

It is a gray day that is in-between cold and hot, rainy and dry, with no new snow on the ski fields, at least below 2000m this weekend.