This is Fruitycake. I’m not saying I know how to bark Italian. But I do know how to be a dog. A very naughty one.
I had a couple weeks of recovery from the encounter with the wild boar.
It was a very boring time. Because I couldn’t do much. So I saved up all my energy to be extra Fruity. It all came out this morning on an unsuspecting friend.
Around this Italy place, before persons allow you to play with other dogs, they ask if you add male or female. And you can only play with the opposite.
So I got to play with a friend I see every morning.
I really don’t know her name. But she’s very nice and demure.
I wasn’t feeling demure. So I decided to water her like I water all the sticks on stick island. It was quite a spectacle to add all of his Italian words being thrown in the air with hands shaking this way and that. So I decided to do it again. After all, they must have liked it, I thought.
Girl Person said a few words too. But not before I did it a third time. On an Italian purse. I guess all purses in Italy are Italian.
As you can imagine, my demure friend took to the sea.
Where she knew I didn’t want to get my paws wet. So I kicked up sand over all the Italian words still being thrown in the air.
Language barrier? Not this day. Some words ring true in every language. It’s universal. And being taken serious is overrated. Girl Person laughed and said it’s another story for the town to add to their book about the girl and the black and white dog that live here now.
Who is not demure.
–Fruitycake
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