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Gelato: not just for featherless bipeds

Although our pups typically receive just an empty cone after a visit to a gelateria, every once in a while we reward them with their very own frozen, creamy treat.
Here we’ve ordered a small portion of yogurt gelato split between two cups from our favorite place in Rome, Gelateria del Teatro. Enjoy the slo-mo [...]

Sandy fun in the sun

We drove south last weekend in search of the beach. And found it.

Vulci and you: beautiful together

Taking advantage of nice weather, L and I headed out of town this past weekend with the pups and drove about an hour and a half northwest of Rome to the remains of an old Etruscan town called Vulci.
Even though it’s not on the coast (but close), it was once a port city that [...]

A healthy dose of autumn in Barbarano Romano

This past Sunday we jumped in the Green Hornet with the pups and headed to the countryside — a national park just outside Barbarano Romano.
There we clambered over rocks, hopped streams, and kicked our way through fallen leaves. We also investigated 2,500 year old Etruscan tombs carved into the hillside, and Tess went bonkers [...]

This thirsty pup

Recently the travel section of the New York Times in their Globespotters blog posted a piece on the small fountains (fontanelle) that dot Rome. They number in the thousands and provide a never-ending supply of running cold and safe drinking water for the masses (locals, tourists, and pups, alike).
The one nifty thing the article [...]

Alfred Hitchcock redux

What was once a nice little park offering some scrappy green space for our pups has — in the last week — been transformed by…The Birds.
Oy vez…  The smell.  The droppings.  The screeching.  Day and night.
Run, Little Bit, run!

Making sense of scents

Two dogs and more than 2000 years of accumulated scents make for slow walks.

When in Rome: potty by the elephant

Green space in Rome is scarce.  Nonetheless, it’s still awkward to find yourself pleading with your dogs to “go” on the cobblestones.  In front of tourists.  Behind the Pantheon.  Next to the Pulcino della Minerva.
“Tess, please, it’s okay.  Really.  Just potty.  Yes, right here.  What?  No, Bernini wouldn’t mind.  Just potty, damn it.”