I am a dog in Vatican city.
My collar reads Aries, ‘the god of war’, however, if I could I’d choose Eros. Greek god of love and attraction. Now that’s a name befitting a dog.
I live a rather sedentary life in this great city that’s Roma (Vatican city too!). In bells and chimes, pebbled roads and long leisurely walks, I find my zen.
My human is a policeman but I am no police dog. Although The Pope once told me that I am a doggo destined for greatness (aren’t all dogs?)
Take my friend Frida, for instance, she has saved 53 humans in her lifetime!
I once devoured a book… was it by John Gardner or Dostoyevsky I can’t really tell. I remember what it read though, ‘There are only two possible stories: a man goes on a journey, or a stranger comes to town.’
So traveler what’s your story?
Aye, squirrel… I gotta go!
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