I can't get no satisfaction

I feel lots better now and I am ready to resume my duties as Harry Spotter, sophisticated dog about town!  The only problem is my pack.  They are not cooperating and I am getting very annoyed. 

When we were strolling down the promenade I could see that Tibo was open.  I made it clear that I wanted to go in, but no one else did.  I was not happy about that.

The gelato store was open too.  I tried to pull them over there but it didn't work.   Grrrmmmm.

Then just the other day we were in the big piazza.  That's where the café is where they give me my own cup of ice.   I knew the way.  I got halfway up the stairs but they said "No" again.  Well, that was just unacceptable.  Enough is enough.  I let them know I was mad.  I let everybody know I was mad!!  I started yelling.  People were looking but no one came to my rescue.

I wonder if there are dog police here?  Can I call them?  I think my pack needs to be arrested.  

Yesterday we were on the promenade again.  THIS time we went to the gelato store.  Well, that's better.  A little.  That's just a little better.  But I'm watching these guys, I am watching them very carefully.

I need a new drug, one that won't make me sick....

Errrrrg.  Blerrrrrg.  I got sick.  I got pretty sick.  I was puking all over.  I didn't want anything to eat.  Ick. I didn't feel well AT ALL.  Could have been that thing I picked up in the street.  Not telling you what it was. Not telling anybody.  Nope. Nope.  Not telling.

Ugh.  I had to take a big walk.  I really didn't want to.  It was to a dogtor's office.  Never saw this guy before.  There were good sniffies in his parking lot.  He was ok, I guess.  No beeping door, I liked that.  Just walked right in, like a regular door.

What I didn't like was he pushed something up my behind.  I did not like that.  He poked me and stuff. I did not like that.  I didn't get any treats.  I probably would not take one anyway.  I didn't feel good.  This guy poked me TOO much!!

When we finally got out of there, I had to poop.  I was sooooooo tired and we still had to walk home.  We stopped at the store I get to go into....I didn't go in though, but the nice man who has my kibble came out to see me.  That was nice of him, but I just wanted to go home and sleep.

We finally got home and I could smell something good.....chicken.  Yep.  Mom gave me some chicken and rice.  I did eat it, too, because, I don't know why, but I started to feel a little better.

Today I felt pretty good.  I've been eating.  I'm HUNGRY!!!  But Mom only gives me pasta and rice and chicken....not bad, but I'm HUNGRY!!  

I almost feel back to normal now.  Still not going to tell anyone what I picked up.   That's between me, myself and I.

Harry must have picked something up in the street.  He started vomiting.  Then he would not eat.  I frantically ran to the store where we buy his kibble because I know the owner there has two dogs himself.  He called his vet on the spot and got an appointment.  

It is a half hours walk...really not bad when you are used to walking here, but Harry didn't feel well and I was lamenting that we do not yet have a car.  

But, we got there, nevertheless, and he spoke rapid Italian (I speak SLOW Italian...very, very SLOW Italian) I asked him to slow down three times...to no avail.  He also said he knows a little English but after that he didn't care to show any of that off to me!

Struggling, and with an older guy who came in after us looking on in amusement at the bewildered American.....I pretty much got the gist...Harry had "un po' di febbre"...a bit of fever....probably picked up something in the street that didn't agree with him...so, he got a shot of cortisone, an antibiotic and an antiemetic.  We were sent on our way.

Harry had a bout of diarrhea after we left. Not a surprise.

We had to pass the kibble store and Donato came out to see Harry and give him some pets and find out how he was doing.

Since then, Harry has been eating what the doctor ordered - plain pasta, plain rice, plain potatoes...and a bit of plain chicken (thin cutlets cooked in a ceramic pan without oil).  He has kept everything down and his demeanor has improved dramatically.  He WANTS to eat!    He is also getting the waggle back in his happy meter and getting happy when it's time to go outside.

I was beside myself with worry because Harry has never been sick a day in his life so far.  I hated to see him suffer.  And I worried, of course, about what it could be.  Happily, he is fine again and maybe tomorrow he can have some REAL food!

Nice and easy does it....

Hey!  So, you guys know I flew over an entire ocean, right?  I did!  I am Super Spotter!!  I did it.  I did it.  And I got to Italy after a long, long, long time...like forever....and I knew my Mom was nearby...I could just feel it.  And, there she was!   

After that, we went to our new house.  And guess what?  My old bed was there!!!   Oh, boy!  My old bed!  I missed it!  It smelled like me and was still comfy.  And the next day Mom was doing something weird with the big machine that keeps food in it.....and she had music and was singing and a big storm went by.  You know what?  I didn't care.  I didn't care about the storm.  I ran away for a little, little bit......but I came right back, because it was more fun to see Mom singing and throwing ice into the sink...it was fun!  

So, you know what?  I figured after that...why should I be afraid of silly storms?  I, Super Spotter, flew across an ocean!  I travelled the world!  And I am always safe with my pack.  I know that now.  So, what do I have to be afraid of?

Last night another big storm went by.  It had thunder monsters.  I could hear them loud and clear.  But...I just decided I would sit in my big comfy couch and look handsome.  Because I am not afraid.  My family loves me.  They keep me safe and I'm a happy pup.  

The picture above was taken while a noisy thunderstorm was raging outside.

The flight here has changed him.  He is so much more calm and relaxed and self assured.  As if..."If I could that, I can do ANYTHING!"  

This new boy is a joy...a little willful....a little...."I see the gelato store....I WANT gelato!".....Not today, Harry.  Sheesh.  

But I would much rather have this relaxed version of Harry than the scared and timid one we used to know.  Never did I dream that the flight would have this effect on him, and yet, that is the way it seems.  Or else, as my niece said, "He was meant to be an Italian dog".....I don't know.  He's happy.  I'm happy.