If you are an owner of a dog that belongs to a ‘dangerous breed’
category and you also have a child or a visiting small child please
take this as a warning.
Don’t leave your dog with a small child unattended under any
circumstances!!!
Only one little moment was enough for the following to
happen:
Chow.
I love cameras. Especially the new, digital ones. 
If i don’t look good the first time, it can all be erased, just like kicking up a little grass over the morning do, so to speak.
The Contessa, Count and I are making a ton of photos on our trip. Mostly of me, I might add, against different backdrops.
Nice to be so adored, no?
If I didn’t love road trips so much, I might suggest we simply stay home and use the best picture of me in coordination with Photoshop: the beach, the plane, the train, the mountains, etc. You get my meaning.
But I DO love road trips. Emphasis on “road”. I am not a fan of ferries, though I DO like those cool little fairy-like fireflies along the coast. Note the difference in spelling–but that’s another story.
We left Rome as you know, at rush hour. We arrived at a small Bed and Breakfast which, to me, is the ultimate decsriptor for any dog. 
and 
Really, what could be more perfect?
Next day we were off again, windows down, ears singing in the wind. 
We stopped for lunch at a little roadside trattoria: 
pasta with fresh tomatoes, basil and mozzarella. Heaven. A bowl of mountain water and a piddle and back to the car.
Napping in the back seat cannot be touted enough. Fine leather upholstery covered by my favorite traveling sheepskin and comfort aids 
, fresh air streaming through the open windows, whiskers gently bending in the breeze. Ahhhhh.
I awoke to the scent of garlic and some sort of unfortunate sea creature being grilled in the distance
. Bags out of the car, a leisurely aperativo on the patio bar ensued 
. A little prosecco in my bowl.
View from our room: 
View IN our room: 
I ask you: Which is the better vista?
Splendido, indeed. No confusion here.
Chow.
There are ferries and there are fairies. Large, rolling ships
and tiny, twittering creatures.
So, it becomes clear when speaking about either that whomever is speaking, explains.
“Ferry,” said the Contessa, practicing her finest english.
I rise, bolt upright at the thought of something small and easily chased. I look around. Nothing but a large, lumbering vessel pulling into port. I sniff the air for traces of fairy dust.
Niente.
The meaning then crystalizes.
God, I miss latin. Ab origine. Abusus non tollit usum.
Look it up.
Chow.
