DOGSPEAK: Kind of a Big Deal in Italy

So we went to Milan last week...or was it the week before?

(It's hard to keep track of time when you sleep as much as I do.)

Anyway, everywhere we went, people stopped to look at me.

And to pet me.

And one guy on the street even took my picture!

(might have something to do with my "ride" for the train...I was periscoping around!)

I was boxed in for the journey.

While I guess it is nice to have admirers, I'm generally none too interested in people.

Italian or otherwise.

Except my family.

And of course, anyone with cheese.

While on vacation I mainly saw the insides of my eyelids and my number one fan...

(There was a heat wave.)

We spent five days in Italy before returning home.

Then things went south.

And north.

And I had to go to the vet.

After multiple invasive (and uncomfortable!) procedures we found out I had a severe bacterial infection.  

(There HAS to be a better way to take a dog's temperature...)

I'm feeling much better now.

So much so that I felt the urge to expose my innermost thoughts in poetry.

Because I'm that kind of dog.

You're welcome. 🐾

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 **Just two months until the submission deadline closes for Two Truths and a Fib Poetry Anthology.