Adventures of Humphrey

September 09, 2025

|**My Big Adventure – Day 11: Grindelwald**

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This morning started strangely. I actually slept in until **7:38am** (you’re welcome, hoomans). When Mum opened the chalet door for my morning business, I stuck a paw out… and it was raining. Absolutely not. I tried to back inside, but Mum shoved me out anyway. Rude. I sprinted through the drizzle, did my business at record speed, and bolted back inside. Then Mum climbed straight back into bed.

What the flip?! I thought we were getting up, but no—apparently staring at their glowing rectangles (phones) is more important than admiring me.

Eventually they stirred for real, and the moment I spotted the hiking trousers I perked up. Hike day! Or so I thought. First stop? **The bakery. Again.** Honestly, these hoomans are addicted to coffee and carbs. And to top it off, they had the audacity to tell me off for hunting flies while they sipped their lattes. I am a natural-born hunter—this is literally my purpose!

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Glacier Canyon & Four-Wheel Drive Pup

At long last, the real walk began. We set off through mountain passes

into the forest (my favourite). Sadly, I wasn’t allowed off lead. Still, I charged up the steep trails until we reached a high spot overlooking a roaring icy river and rock walls—Dad said it was **Glacier Canyon**. Very dramatic. Some Canadians we passed moaned about how steep it was. Please. I’m built with four-paw drive. Hashtag easy peasy.

We passed giant dogs (horses). Mum was straight in there patting them while I kept a sensible distance. Honestly, she’ll pet anything with four legs. Then more cows appeared—my kind of vibe, chilled out and bell-clanging. After a loop through the forest, we padded back into town as misty clouds wrapped around the mountains. Shorter than yesterday’s hike, but still pawsome.

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Sky Boxes, Trains & Too Many People

Back at the chalet, the hoomans got showers (how they get so stinky after *one* walk, I’ll never know) and changed into fancy clothes. Boo. That usually means no more hikes. Sure enough, we drove to another sky box station—this one much bigger and crammed full of hoomans. My nose barely reached the glass. What’s the point if I can’t stare at the views?

At the top we switched to a train—much better, more space for me to stretch out. It carried us to a place called **Mürren**, high up in the mountains, colder and cloudier than Grindelwald. We stopped for lunch at a restaurant overlooking paragliders soaring through the sky. Mum fussed when I let my tail dangle over the glass balcony, but please—mountain goat vibes, I had it covered.

Afterwards we walked through drizzle to the next village. It rained

non-stop, but I didn’t care—I love an adventure. At the station, the Japanese tourists absolutely adored me (standard). Then two Indian families got on the train and nearly jumped out of their skins when they saw me. Excuse me? I am delightful. I ended up squished onto Dad’s lap like contraband. The lady beside me looked like I’d grown three heads. Their loss—I give excellent cuddles.

The cable car ride back down was worse—packed like sardines, no view, hoomans everywhere. I was not impressed.

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Fancy Dinner & Pest Control

Back at the chalet, I had a quick dinner (finally) before being dragged to the fancy Aspen Hotel again. Cozy, yes. Relaxing? No. There were

**flies everywhere.** And as I keep telling my hoomans—I am a hunter. I snapped, I pounced, I patrolled. They huffed and rolled their eyes, but eventually… I got one. Boom. Pest control, Humphrey style. Score: 1–0. You’re welcome.

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Final Thoughts

It’s been my favourite country so far:
– Friendly doggos.
– Adoring humans (well, most of them).
– Epic hikes with snow, rivers, and cows galore.

Tomorrow we leave for **France** again—Mum says a place called Colmar, “a picturesque village.” Sounds suspiciously like code for “boring.” But we’ll see.

For now, I’m curling up to dream of sheep bells and paragliders.

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Best & Worst Bits

**Best Part:** Hiking up into the canyon, nose full of pine and paws full of energy.
**Worst Part:** Being crammed into that cable car like a sardine, with terrified humans giving me the side-eye.