The Walk

.Sydney Claire, being an older dog, would be content to lay in her dog bed and sleep all day long. But as soon as she hears the word “walk”, she runs around the house like a crazed dog impatiently waiting for me to get ready. Getting ready is usually just putting on my tennis shoes, but in the winter also a hat, scarf, mittens, etc., etc., etc. and that can take some time. The road we've discovered provides us with a beautiful, tree-lined, quiet walk along a secluded dirt road. Here in Italy, a dirt road is referred to as a white road, strada bianca. And since we hardly ever see anyone and Sydney is almost deaf, I sing to amuse myself and frighten off the cinghiale, wild boar.  Yes, I said wild boar.