Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Pavlov's Dog

This is the view from our kitchen balcony. Please refrain from being so jealous of our beautiful Italian panorama. I bet you thought we sipped cappuccinos overlooking something similar to the landscape in Under the Tuscan Sun? Well, this is reality! But our view is not what this post is about. If you look closely, you’ll see a German Shepard behind the truck. She is the guard dog for the medal works business next door. When we first moved into this apartment in Motta, she was mean and skinny. After two years of our leftovers, she has become fat and happy. She has even inherited Bruco and Paolo's old beds and toys. Similar to Pavlov's dogs, she has become conditioned. When we open our kitchen door, she runs to the fence, wags her tail and looks up to the sky for raining food. In a few months when we move away from here, the leftovers will stop and we know she will miss the food storms and we will miss her salivating face.


Anonymous said...

I can't believe you are abandoning me... what will i do without you?? Who will treat me like the princess I am?? Who will give me Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner? Who will share thier toys with me?? ::PUPPYDOGEYES:: I just can't believe it... I thought we would be friends for ever!!!

Signed: the skinny dog next door

Currier Quinn Balent said...

Ahh Jeez... like I don't feel guilty enough. Do you think Trent will notice if we adopt one more dog?