Dog came all the way home with me, where I gave him some bread, which he refused. He did accept the small piece of spicy provolone I found.
I introduced Dog to a widow who lives a few doors down when she walked by. I hoped, somehow, for a match made in heaven. But she wasn't interested and, frankly, I don't think Dog was either.
Dog was sitting quietly at my feet in the courtyard when Barbara came out of her room.
Paola doesn't allow dogs in the house, she said, but I couldn’t bring myself to kick him out. Then Shay came back from the studio hauling his bicycle up the front step. Dog got skittish and ran out into the street. Barbara said, it's better to close the door, which Shay did.
With his gentleness and his way with people, surely somebody will take Dog in, won't they? I'm keeping positive thoughts.
This beautiful tree sits in front of the contemporary art gallery Primo Piano in Lecce where we attended an opening last night.