dogs in italy

I’ve written about Oliver, my poodle, a number of times on this blog. Most of you know him as the neurotic, adorable, asshole that he’s matured into over the years. I really like him, despite the fact that he’s taken…

I never realized how much we exclude pets from our lives in the United States until I moved to Italy. I can’t speak for all of Italy because I definitely know that the south is a little less dog friendly…

Oliver has been hacking like an elderly man with stage-four cancer. HACK-HACK-BLEEEH followed by some kind of white foam or whatever was in his stomach. It started around two a.m. the day before yesterday. We thought that it was one…