LIVING LA VIDA, VESPA
Woof, kids!
Better yet, Buon Giorno, Dolce & Gabbana, Versace, Cavalli and Chef Boyardee to ya.
Mutts and pups, for some reason I just feel very Italian today.Could be the pizza my peeps had the other evening. Could be the ride I took on that bad red scooter, my Vespa. What? You think I can't glide on down Bayshore on an Italian scooter? Listen, check out that photo of me...I'm bad. Really bad. The worst. Absolutely, loco. No helmet for the diva. Edgy. What, you think this Vespa belongs to Gaz or something? You think he's more Italian-loving than the Diva-Dog? Well, just keep thinking.
Yep, if you don't think there is an Italian vibe around the old condo, think again. It's all garlic and oregano 'round here. Trust me. Whew!
Last night, Gaz and Moolie dumped my Italian-loving self in the old "apartment"...otherwise known as a tacky dog crate and headed off to have a lovely Italian dinner. How did I KNOW it was Italian? Many hints. First, the scent wafting from the old doggy bag as they tried to slip past me and hide it in the fridge. Oh, yes I instantly got a whiff of...Chicken Pomodoro and Chicken Piccata as soon as they hit the door. I'm pretty much an expert on doggy bag odors. The good ones you understand. I can detect the difference between gourmet yumminess and crap take-out in an instant.
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Yeah, they were living La Vida Italian at some local bistro while I cooled my paws staring out at Turner Movie Classics from the old crate. Man, they think I actually LIKE old movies. No, just the ones with attractive canines. How many times can I see the same old Hitchcock flicks? It's like they think I should be content staring at mindless movies when I'd rather be getting my food-groove on watching, Everyday Italian, with Giada. Please.
Oh, not only did they ditch me to go out and have a great dinner while I was dished up a plate of cold and dry Solid Gold hash, they then talked to EVERY single person they could find around the old condo building...all garlic and olive-oily. For the love of Benji, they could have scarfed down a few mints just for my sake.
Ah, I'm gonna go sit and gaze upon the bay water and think of the canals of Venice or the fountains of Rome. Maybe Gaz and Moolie will take me when they go back there and this time I won't be stuck in a crate...it will be all Diva...Italian Style.
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