This is Fruitycake. Sometimes, time slips by fast. Like when you eat your pizza and you eat it too fast and you wish you had more but it’s gone because it was gone in a flash.
And sometimes, you get weighed down by aforementioned pizza.
Yes, I’m learning longer words which in fact seems ridiculous because I should be learning another language in this Italy place.
But you can also get weighed down by sand in your shoes.
Yes, if you wear shoes like Girl Person and you’re trying to catch me on the beach in this Italy place.
When all the tourists leave, I have my beach all to myself. And it’s wonderful. Imagine me! A rescue dog from the streets now with his own beach in this Italy place! It’s as good as it sounds.
But sometimes on the weekend, others try to share my beach. And such was the case (don’t you love my use of grammar here), such was the case when a wet dog and his persons came to my beach. And they set up a blanket and even their clothes were on the blanket because they were trying to swim in the cold Mediterranean Sea! Who does that in November?
There they were. I was excited to play with another dog. By play, I mean being awkward by grunting and giving the side eye. But Girl Person was enjoying seeing me have fun. By fun I mean taking off to pee on the items left on the beach by aforementioned persons.
Girl Person knew my plan in a split second as soon as I made my way there. Yelling “Frutta” didn’t stop me. And then? The sand in her shoes weighed her down. Real down. With her hurt food and sandy shoes, she stood no chance with the Frutta Monster. Or so I thought.
This Italy boot camp by trekking up the mountain each day has apparently turned Girl Person into a super woman.
Because she flew at me with the speed of no sand in shoes, she got me and even though I didn’t get to pee on those persons’ items, we tackled all the items, knocked everything everywhere and the wave that came after? Not our fault.
That’s when the sand in the shoes came off with the shoes and we made a run for it. Cause when the sun goes down in this town, no one is coming up the path to our house in the dark with wild pigs.
You know, all is fair in love and dogs. Things happen. One time, I heard about a rescue dog named Hershey. Let me tell you about her.
Hershey came from the Erie Humane Society in that Pennsylvania place.
She had been tied outside on a farm and had never been inside before. That was before she got rescued and had the best life!
One day when her person went to work, they left a trash bag on the floor beside the stove, and forgot to take it with them to put in the bin. When they got home from work, Hershey and the cat had made the most of the bag by scattering wrappers around the kitchen and dining room.
They’d shredded any food bags and someone had eaten the last bit of potato salad!!
It was a big mess to clean up kind of like what I did at the beach. Ok. Nothing like that. But you get my point. Things go wrong or they don’t make sense. But I highly recommend to keep your shoes clear of sand for emergencies.
And take out the trash for goodness sake.
–Fruitycake
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