We woke up to the Alps and birdsong out the window.

Then church bells.

Everyone slept in but Pearl is still unwell. We look for a store and everything is closed for Sunday. Sam finds an apothecary and gets her some supplies. I've got a heavy heart that Pearl is sick. I doctor her with tea and honey and take a walk nearby.

And stop to see the library.

Fussen has a long history of making musical instruments.

The castle is drafty and cold, I can see our house and Pearl's window.. It's to sad and we go home.

Dakota see's an English cream retriever who is smaller than Aspen and we miss our white dogs.