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.
I closed my eyes to savour the smell even more, in anticipation of what was coming.
Then I ate it. All of it.
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:
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).
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.
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.
I did some research before I ate it.
Then I enjoyed the delicious taste. I savoured salt, oil, dough and smoked ham. Nice, an Italian pizza!
Of course I made sure there was no single crumb left.
The pizza did not have my favorite topping, but well, it’s a start. My humans are finally getting what I like best!