He's back!

This post could describe the return of many things, good and bad: the return of summer, of the 80s, of childhood happiness, of snow and ice, of "ricotta con zucchero e cacao", of the Bee Gees, of the Jedy, of G.W.Bush... 

But no, today I am officially hailing the return to our modest home of one of its key members, the unique representative of his very special category: our dog, our star! Tada! Yes, because while we were relaxing under the Cabo Verde sun with a caipirinha in one hand and a translucid slice of pinkish tuna carpaccio in the other, our beloved Mr. Nice Guy was having fun in Paris, with the in-laws. Why do I get the feeling that at least two people out there are thinking "good riddance" while hoovering their place around the clock? Just a hunch.

And it is incredible how much I missed him, even while in a different environment as our hotel room; because he usually comes up to the bed side, sticks his brown truffle right in front of your human truffle and if you just as much as blink, bang! he licks your face in a happy canine "good morning"! (To be also freely interpreted as "time for the hygienic walk guys, and then please fill my water and most importantly my food bowl - chop chop!)

Boy did we miss him and his love expressed in such a spontaneous and uncalculated way!