When i moved in the States my first beloved cat Bruce was left behind in Italy......
And yes, as you can see......he is still living the Dolce Vita there, lucky bastard!.....:-D
We brought with us only our dog Gunner. But he died one year after the move. Even though as happy as a dog could die...chasing animals in the wild country.
One frigid Christmas Eve morning Allie came to rule our American house.
We found her sticking her red nose against our window.
My daughter was convinced Santa had sent her as a Xmas gift so we let her in.
And she liked us enough to stay.
After two years, my daughter decided she wanted a puppy.
This is how, rescued from a shelter, Romeo entered in our life.
Its already 7 years....but sometimes they seem like 700......lol...)
Allie and Romeo started spending their days together.....annoying each other, playing trick to each other, fighting for drinking the milk from the same bowl, fighting for our attentions.......you know......the usual...
But also doing cute stuff like:
"WHAZ DAT?"
.....and "WHAZ DAT???"
and "Awww, come here, silly dog"
Then one sad, sad, sad day Romeo got left alone watching the birds and the bunnies and the ducks.
Allie passed away.
As a bright side though Romeo finally got to be the only one showered with kisses by me.
But also toyed around by my daughter...
"Would you stop dressing me like Rudolph?"
He plays the games but i know he thinks:
"If you give me THAT i will luuuv you even more"
To tell the whole story.........its also true that Romeo had become in many occasions our ruler-oppressor-time dictator-four leg Duce-mother f*-r* annoying pet.
Many days I am sick tired of walking him 3 times a day, rain or shine, while my daughter is constantly complaining about complying to her owner responsabilities.
But .....even though along the way he had some pretty serious competition.......
(I mean, how cute is DAT?)
...Romeo is still da houz Numero Uno!....
