My parents’ had mentioned that during their visit to Vernazza there was a little Pug who walked around the main street like he owned the place, and asked afterwards whether we’d seen the Pug…
No Pug, but it’d been seven or eight years since their visit. The new Dog-of-the-Walk was clearly this guy, who we saw several times walking around the neighborhood with quite the strut. Here he’s apparently relaxing on somebody’s front steps, unconcerned by the passers-by.
