Swiss Invasion

Last week Florian and I had a long-anticipated visit from his sister and three nephews from Switzerland. 

I love Florian's family and like most of the Swiss they are outdoorsy, warm people. But I have to admit that the thought of three boys aged 10-15, one of whom was reputedly scared of dogs, staying in my small house for four days did not inspire within me expansive feelings of relaxation.  

I envisioned kids screaming, Fozzie jumping and humping and launching, gates being left open, neighborhood cats being eaten.

In short, utter chaos.

But things were not nearly so bad as I imagined.

Everyone loved the dogs and the boys were incredibly gentle with them. Theo, the oldest boy, was calm and affectionate with the dogs. 











Mattheas, the middle boy, especially loved Fozzie and every night wanted to sleep with him. 

Alex, the youngest, who we thought would be terrified, adored Fozzie and couldn't get enough of him.

Fozzie was absolutely in heaven with the house filled with new people to cuddle. 

I think some of Florian's relatives in Switzerland had some trepidation about those kids being around a big scary looking pit bull mix thing. Of course we told them he's a good boy, but with four boys around (Florian's son Quentin joined us too) there is going to be a lot of action and movement, and that predatory drift thing could take over and something bad could happen. 

Then there's just the insanity of having that many teenage boys in one place 
(Theo, Mattheas, Alex, Quentin, Fozzie, and Florian). It's a wonder nothing blew up, burned to the ground, or collapsed, and not one person was killed. 









All those boys made me very proud!

And Fozzie didn't do any of the terrible things I envisioned. 

OK, except maybe a bit of humping.