September 29, 2012
My doggie died of old age just before my moving-to-Sicily (mis)adventures began.
I still miss him. The warm fur that smelled like buttered popcorn. Those runny, hound dog eyes.
So I pet and photograph every other pooch I meet—though none can quite compare!
Acate
Vizzini
Siracusa
Chiaramonte Gulfi
Giarratana
Have a great Sunday!!!
