A little too much attention has been given on this blog to Diana and Doug’s crazy move to Italy, and not enough to me – the guy who brings them all their happiness in life. Me, the intrepid traveler who crawled into a little cage for 11 hours including in the belly of a Boeing 767 for 3,500 miles without losing control of my bladder. Yeah, where they don’t serve dog biscuits OR wine. Yeah, me, Vince. I’m the expat dog living in Calabria, Italy and I want some recognition.
You saw some photos of me swimming in the Tyrrhenian Sea, and that’s cool. But you need to see how I have immersed myself in this new culture. Here are some pictures of the view from my walking routes on the streets of Santa Domenica.
A picture of the entrance to my secret abandoned garden where I go for “privacy” and no one has to clean up.
Me with some prickly pear plants that are good for scratching my back.
And me sitting in the family’s new Alfa Romeo where my Mom Di thought for some reason I’d need an umbrella. Like, listen Di, dogs aren’t afraid of a little rain, blogger babe.
Our neighbor Rosario will actually scream and drop what she’s carrying when she sees me…..that scream scared me half to death. I first met her when her family was boiling hog parts in a vat outside their house where they were making salami. I just stuck my nose in the door to say hi and it went downhill from there with Rosario. Her husband still likes to give my Dad wine and grappa, and he gave us some salami to try.
I’m sort of used to Hood River where everyone had a dog and I was kind of a chick magnet with women always coming up to pet me and say how cute I was. I think that will probably happen here too by summer. Wish me luck and lots of Italian sausage…. I think Doug is putting my glucosamine tablet inside a piece of mortadello each morning because I don’t chew my meat, I swallow and would never know there’s a pill there. Why do I keep falling for that old trick? Why pass up some meat?
Anyway, I’m having a blast even though the humans have been whining about the cold. It’s been 2C/42F and raining and blowing for about two weeks and the house is 10C/60F inside, but I don’t mind. Last night after the rain it hailed and when we went on my walk, it was déjà vu like walking in the snow of Oregon again. Get this – they bought a new electric blanket yesterday, so today of course, the sun is out!! Ciao i miei carne amici, Vincente
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