The Labraventures of Carbón, Spanish (ex-) foster dog extraordinaire

Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
So glad you are here with us Emily
Back at you. :giggle:

I'm so grateful to you all here. Traveling by yourself is fun, or of course I wouldn't do it. It can also be lonely, depressing, frustrating and exhausting. Giving myself the goal of writing/posting something every night and being able to share here with you all makes such a huge difference to me.

So sincere thanks to our small but mighty band of virtual Labratour-ers for all the kind words, support and encouragement. :heart:
 

Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
It was raining something fierce, so today we lazed around the house until nearly 4pm. It was nice to catch up with some sleep, my emails and have a look at some advance planning. And by advance I mean two days from now. :LOL:

First my friend in the Nice area said week after next would be better for her for our visit and then today heard from my friend from Spain, Miracle Miry, who is coming to Rome next weekend and wants to meet up. It seems like the stars are aligning for a longer stay in Italy than planned. That's ok, my Italian is finally coming back with a vengeance and I'm enjoying the MANY random conversations I've been treated to thanks to Carbon.

This afternoon we went to the really nice park just behind the house. It's a mini castle of some sort which has been turned into a community centre and big green open space park. Carbon and I were the only ones there and he raced around like he had springs for legs. He's so funny in zoomie mode!

Then his "in training" vest went on and we headed to the tram station. It was my first time using the tram and REALLY Carbon's first time on any tram. We're near the end of the line so it was empty when we got on, but it soon became standing room only. It's a really challenge for me to protect his tail. I'm used to protecting the feet, but that TAIL!

The challenge is exacerbated by the fact that Carbon is TOO relaxed in public transportation. He keeps wanting to slide down to the floor, spread out and fall into a nap coma. We really need to work on how I manoeuvre him - or really how he manoeuvres himself - but for this first experience, I suppose I'm just glad that he took it in his normal stride.

On the ride there, he was 'discovered' by a large family of tourists who took turns petting him. Then he was actually grabbed and kissed on the street by no less than three men later in the evening. I tell you, Italians love dogs! Still, while Brogan got lots of admiration and treats, he rarely got a full on hug and kiss. Luckily Carbon was totally fine with all these shenanigans and his little tail just kept wagging.

While way too crowded and not the most scenic way to get into Florence, the tram did it's job. 20 minutes and we were right at the train station. I realized that this is Carbon's first VERY bustling city. Florence has tons of people, tons of cars and very narrow sidewalks (about a foot and a half wide in the oldest part of town). Keeping Carbon out of harm's way and out of other people's way was rather mind-boggling. Of course I'd had lots of practice with Brogan, but Brogan was the king of the streets when it came manoeuvring and he did it all on his own. He also didn't hoover up every spec of discarded food or try to raid fellow pedestrians' grocery shopping bags. :rolleyes:

Still Carbon did very nicely considering all that was new. The difference since taking him and Paul through Salamanca was HUGE. The fact that we can walk past other dogs, that he stays next to me on a hands-free leash. That he sits and waits no matter what while I take his photo. I'm so proud of all the city-slicker skills he's learned!

Ok, that's it for me. I'm going to post a few photos and join Carbon in zeeeing away! Tomorrow we visit my old Italian school and my not-so-old former Italian teacher and (foot willing) hike up to San Miniato. Then Thursday we have a meet up with wonderful Francesca of Joy Wave Labradors to have a free run with her girls. Good stuff planned!
 

Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
I haven’t yet visited Venice, but I really want to now. I’m not sure about taking two dogs, though!
It's absolutely the easiest Italian city I've been to for dogs. No cars, no bikes, just pedestrians. Italians are amazingly dog-friendly as well. The trick is the water bus and some of the narrower streets, but if you go in winter outside of the Christmas-New Year's week, you're home free!
 

Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
Photo from our last morning in Venice. Such a serious face but I love how it came out.
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And finally a few from this evening in Florence.


Welcome to Florence!
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This one's tilty, but after trying to edit it, I decided I LIKE tilty.
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Now that's a good sit stay!
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More Duomo...
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And the famous Ponte Vecchio at sunset
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Superfluous happy snap of Carbon to close the night out. This was actually taken on Burano, but who's counting at nearly midnight? :p
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Are the men who are grabbing and kissing Carbon a little tipsy? Or is this Italian flirting? Or do they really just love dogs? Or is it a combination of all 3?

Monkey art is terrifying. Hope you slept with one eye open.

The last photo of Carbon is wonderful!

Beautiful photos and storytelling as always :)
 

Emily_Babbelhund

Mama Red HOT Pepper
The black thing is a napkin holder I believe!
REALLY? :nerd: I guess that explains what it's doing in the kitchen, but...still a little weird!

Are the men who are grabbing and kissing Carbon a little tipsy? Or is this Italian flirting? Or do they really just love dogs? Or is it a combination of all 3?
No tipsy men yet. All also asked if they could pet him before the grab and kiss, so at least they worked up to it. Carbon wasn't distressed in the least, otherwise I would have stepped in and asked them not to kiss him. Italians just really love dogs. Maybe not as much as they love children, but it's darn close. Carbon seems to be a magnet particularly for older men. They were all very nice and also gave him head pets and told him how beautiful he was. It wasn't just a grab, kiss and run. ;)

Brogan got to the point that in any country we were in, if he heard people speaking Italian he would just make a beeline to them. He didn't get the grab and kiss but he always got attention and food. He wasn't a food hound like Carbon, but if you're fed enough ends of gelato cones, you're still going to have a pavlovian reflex to LOVE Italians.

After our first stay, the little hotel we used to come to in Florence would actually have cooked dinner ready for him when we arrived and then breakfast the next morning. Not from what they gave the hotel guests, from the family's own personal meals. Brogan had a perpetually dodgy tummy so I kind of wished they didn't do it, but they were so sweet - and insistent - about it that what can you do. At least I learned after the first trip that I didn't need to schlep along his food for an overnight trip to Florence! :LOL:

Monkey art is terrifying. Hope you slept with one eye open.
Very weird, huh? The rest of the cottage was adorable in a seaside meets IKEA way. But the monkey....?!
 

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REALLY? :nerd: I guess that explains what it's doing in the kitchen, but...still a little weird!



No tipsy men yet. All also asked if they could pet him before the grab and kiss, so at least they worked up to it. Carbon wasn't distressed in the least, otherwise I would have stepped in and asked them not to kiss him. Italians just really love dogs. Maybe not as much as they love children, but it's darn close. Carbon seems to be a magnet particularly for older men. They were all very nice and also gave him head pets and told him how beautiful he was. It wasn't just a grab, kiss and run. ;)

Brogan got to the point that in any country we were in, if he heard people speaking Italian he would just make a beeline to them. He didn't get the grab and kiss but he always got attention and food. He wasn't a food hound like Carbon, but if you're fed enough ends of gelato cones, you're still going to have a pavlovian reflex to LOVE Italians.

After our first stay, the little hotel we used to come to in Florence would actually have cooked dinner ready for him when we arrived and then breakfast the next morning. Not from what they gave the hotel guests, from the family's own personal meals. Brogan had a perpetually dodgy tummy so I kind of wished they didn't do it, but they were so sweet - and insistent - about it that what can you do. At least I learned after the first trip that I didn't need to schlep along his food for an overnight trip to Florence! :LOL:



Very weird, huh? The rest of the cottage was adorable in a seaside meets IKEA way. But the monkey....?!
One wonders what the money is doing in that picture. What is the weird contraption it is in?
 
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