Furio and I have been at home for almost a month. We have decided to stay in Viterbo out of a sense of responsibility towards our families and I will tell you this forced quarantine I do not mind.
I finally managed to carve out some time to make some
things that I had put on standby for some time and then with Furio it is difficult to get bored:
he is a resourceful man.
The cloister has brought out the chef in him and the do-it-yourself keeps him
busy more than usual. The only one to whom nothing has changed is Frida, ours
hairy girl, who in this period is taking advantage of the situation: not her
it often happens to have us on your paw 24 hours a day.
She came into our lives almost eight years ago, Frida is
officially 'fantasy breed', but unofficially medium-sized greyhound, one
breed better known as "whippet".
When I took her home, Furio and I had been together for a few months. He was a
L'Aquila, engaged in the restoration of the first church after the earthquake, and I myself
I had been moved to the new apartment for a few days. We only saw each other in
weekend and having to be alone, I decided it was time to have the
my very own dog that I had always wanted. I found the announcement of on Facebook
a litter. Furio wasn't very convinced, but I was determined.
I arrived at the appointment and started chatting with the owner who gave me
he told of being an honorary citizen of Ischia, the island of Antonio: it was
destiny.
He showed me the two puppies who slept blissfully in a cardboard box
padded. When I brought my hand, what would become my Frida
began to lick it. With a heart full of emotion I took her in my arms and we went
at home.
I called Furio and told him that I had chosen a girl, I would have called her
Frida because she was black and had a white tail similar to a brush. When the
he saw, it was love at first sight.
As time went by, Frida grew up and didn't look like a dog like the others.
It resembled a flamingo: small body, long legs.
Furio and I decided to do some research on the internet and going backwards,
we found an ad of a very young male whippet who had run away from
home. From the likeness of the photo, we knew it was the runaway he had
met Frida's mother, even the timing calculation matched.
Greyhounds are known for speed and therefore we tend to think
that they are dogs in need of large spaces and instead are sofa dogs. It's at
about releases, in view of the new provisions, we do not risk
to transgress: after having done what she has to, Frida turns around and goes back to
home. Go from the sofa, to the armchair, from the armchair to the sofa. And as if not
enough, after lunch he crouches on the armchair and after dinner, when there
we all put on the sofa, she sits next to me and starts staring at me with
stern look and with his paw makes me understand that he wants to be covered with the
his favorite plaid. The princess does not like artificial light and for
napping well needs darkness.
When we scold her, we remind her that there are little dogs that are not
just as lucky, he regrets having committed some pranks, but his own
feelings of guilt do not last long.
I really envy her right now. He sleeps peacefully without knowing what he is
happening in the world. That's just how I would like to feel and if this is a life
as dogs, tell me where to sign: in the next life I want to be the house dog
my.
Text and illustration by Valeria Terranova
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