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Pizza perfect

Did I mention we are in Italy? That means we are in pizza country! My favorite dish! M and P understand my appetite for pizza and bought me some. It smelled delicious.

Pizza perfect 3

I closed my eyes to savour the smell even more, in anticipation of what was coming.

Pizza perfect 2

Then I ate it. All of it.

Pizza perfect 1

Pizza country

We finally went on holiday! And we went not to just any country, we went to pizza country! Italy. That’s nice. We are camping near the Garda lake, M tells me. We are on a pretty pitch:

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There are lots of ducks here, but they don’t dare to come to our pitch so I can’t catch them. M and P have me on a leash here and these ducks are not stupid, alas. Anyway, I don’t mind it much, because one can eat other wonderful things here. Like pizza, of course! M and P ordered one of my favorites, pizza with prosciutto (that is Italian ham).

pizza in Bardolino

In the picture I just saw another dog approaching, I give him my special gaze thats tells him to back off. He got it, they always do. So the pizza was mine.

Pizza

I love my humans. They made a pizza, especially for me! I had to behave before I got it, so I did. Obviously. I’m a dog, I know when it is profitable to behave.

My pizza 1

I did some research before I ate it.

My pizza 2

Then I enjoyed the delicious taste. I savoured salt, oil, dough and smoked ham. Nice, an Italian pizza!

My pizza 3

Of course I made sure there was no single crumb left.

My pizza 4

The pizza did not have my favorite topping, but well, it’s a start. My humans are finally getting what I like best!