| Our Pets |


| The Many Faces of Baci. Yes, he is sitting on a chair at the dinner table. Lui e' vizziato!!!! |


| Zaven just trying to get Baci to look at him - it's like he is a drug baby - if you look at him he looks away, NO eye contact. He is not cuddly and growls at us if he wants to be petted - but we love him so! |



| Myra Moo after her bath. Joe hates these pictures because I have them saved on my camera and as I am previewing the new shots he knows when I get to these because I always say, "OH isn't she cute!" |
| The Guinea Bjorn - I always threaten to put her in my purse and walk around the village - but I don't want her to pee or poo in my Furla |

| But this is our beloved Baci. He is a snarling beast. He sleeps in our bed, eats grissini and pasta, is a big, fat, lard and he only loves Joe but our lives would be so sad without him. What if we hadn't rescued him from Aunt Cristina he might just be another Neopolitan street dog, instead of a chubby, spoiled, Milanese dog! |