As a pooch owner residing in the city of Florence, I take my responsibilities quite seriously. In fact, if anything is true in our household it’s that Ginger the beagle (@beagleinflorence) rules the roost. My husband Nico and I serve mainly as her overly-eager human lemmings, quivering at her jaded beagle glares and nonchalant ear-flap tosses that could give Beyoncé a run for her money in the “sass” department. She’s the only Florentine in our household and holds that over our heads on the daily as she trots confidently over the Ponte Vecchio each morning, thinking nothing of doing her business where most people pose for their trip-of-a-lifetime selfie.
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