Ciao amici, hello friends. This is
il tuo Carbon, still trying to turn myself into an Italian gentleman, at least for
un po', a little, time. My master plan to have a
sciopiro, a strike, until ML took me to the beach worked too well. We went to the beach, but now I am
molto stanco, very tired. I can barely move my poor little handsome paws!
We had such a good time, my Australian brother and I. There was a ball and sun and LOT of running. I ran, Curly ran. I swam, Curly jumped in after me. Curly even caught the ball once. I have never seen him do that so I thought the ball was missing.
Ho cercato d'appertutto, I looked everywhere! Curly is so curly that I never even saw it in his mouth. He is a quiet one but I think very
furbo, crafty, too!
ML did not take any photos at the beach today. She said that today was just for us dogs and she needed to concentrate on enjoying us and Curly's mama lady
@RosieC instead of taking photos. That was
molto bene, all fine, with me because it meant she could throw the ball many times. ML said we were breaking the Law of the Tennis Ball which says that Carbon Does Not Get Them, but that was OK because we were celebrating No More Heartworm. I am not really sure what any of that means, only that it was
spettaculare, spectacular, and now I am a very happy
signore.
Oh, and ML says I must tell you about me getting so
pazzo, crazy, about food that I knocked over and broke a pretty dish in Signora Rose's kitchen Then ran outside and ate...
No, no. I refuse. A Spanish-Italian gentleman dog tells no tales. Especially on himself. Pfft!
Even with this
piccolissimo problema, tiny problem, today was
bello, bello, bello and I will go to bed with sweet dreams.
Buona notte a tutti!
A siesta in the sun after a run,
niente meglio, nothing better!
My eyes are closed very tightly because I am thinking serious thoughts.
Curly is also thinking serious thoughts.
