We have come to a country of dog-lovers; I am at home. Dogs here go everywhere with their owners – to markets, to restaurants and cafes, wandering the streets of the city. Almost without exception, the dogs are well behaved, friendly and gentle (I think it may simply be a factor of their contentment).
Today we pass by a gated house with a sign: Attenti al Cane (Beware of Dog). Seeing us on the other side of the gate, a German Shepherd comes bounding toward us, tail wagging. He sits beside the sign (which pictures a ferocious dog) and looks at us with soulful eyes, oblivious to the irony.
So I will give the Italian cats a wide berth, respecting their freedom and space. And I will continue to revel in a country devoted to its dogs, a species, much like the Italians themselves, with a gift for love.