I love my morning walks.
Everything is still quiet and fresh. I sniff. I mark. I listen. I look.
The morning walks in Italy were extra nice. My human got up early, woke me up, fixed me some breakfast,
and then we’d go up to the village of Carciato, no far from our vacation house.
Carciato has very old buildings, a white church, and old barns right in the center of the village.
Some of the streets entering the village pass through little tunnels like this one.
I miss that tunnel…

Have a good Friday!
-Anna