Dog Friendly Europe: Germany

Ah, Germany. Country of Lederhosen, Würste, Sauerkraut, beer, and a language that I always thought sounded really hard and awful but have come to quite enjoy learning, listening to and occasionally speaking. Well, I enjoy it except for the grammar and word order and changing the adjectives and the cases and the three damn words…

Mallo, Big Fellow.

I wrote this originally 21 days before I left, and a week until I said goodbye to Mallei. I wrote at the time that I don’t know if I’ll be able to write it later. I don’t know if I’ll be able to write it after I drop him off with my aunt and uncle…