In His Paws

Return Of The Gator-Dog

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Life in Portorosso is AWESOME! Everything's perfect. Especially my new job. I'm basically the greatest herding dog in the world. And quite possibly the greatest fisher as well. Besides Massimo and Alberto, of course. The three of us, we're like pasta and pesto. Alberto claims he'll be the perfect employee And he'll make Massimo proud. 

I have no doubt that he won't. After all, he makes me proud every day, simply knowing he loves me.

Ciao, mi amicos! As you know, I'm the same Galileo who was rumored to have eaten sea monsters, made the best of friends with two of them, ended the discrimination they were suffering from... You remember.

Luca's been keeping in touch with us. I've been taking great joy in reading the letters he sends from Genova alongside my best friend.

And who do you propose that is?

"Alberto! Galileo!"

We weren't supposed to be in Massimo's boat by ourselves, I knew, but you see, Alberto and I made a pact that STATES that... Let me put it like this.

We are Portorosso Bros. Or, in other words, PortoBROssans. Yep. That's it. We're bros. I can't change this.

"We know, we know. We shouldn't use the boat on our own." Alberto said, rising. So did Machiavelli (him and I are getting along GREAT, by the way). "Are we fired?"

Not sure if it's just me, but I think he huffed a bit. Then he held up a piece of paper with writing on it. "You're late."

Oh, right, deliveries.

Alberto and I hopped out of the boat and ran for the wagon. "No problem! We got this! We'll be right back!"

He didn't take the piece of paper...

There are seldom times where I volunteer to haul the wagon. Today I decided to sit in the wagon. I'm not sure what made him think he'd deliver fish right without that piece of paper... He's just throwing fish at people...

But I admire his enthusiasm.

In less than two minutes, he was done. As he stopped the bike, I almost fell off the wagon. "I don't mean to brag, but Giulia's got some serious competition." He said with a chuckle. But the moment didn't last very long.

There was a short line of people in front of Massimo. Signora Marsigliese put her fish in Massimo's hand. The woman behind her showed him a vase broken in half. I shrunk when Massimo turned to us. "Are we fired?" Alberto asked.

Massimo said nothing, but sighed a barely audible sigh as his brows inclined to almost look like he was glaring at us. 

Went as poorly as it could've, but it could've been worse! 

.............

Alright, lunchtime!

I watched as Massimo sliced a tomato in half. I sighed as I licked my chops. Lunchtime is my favorite time of the day. That and bedtime, 'cause I like my evening snuggles with my bud.

I was startled out of my thoughts when Alberto suddenly got out of his chair. "Lunch is on me! Scusi, big guy."

Oh boy, here he goes... He ushered Massimo to the chair. "I got this."

"Yeah, that's what you said when you delivered the fish." I said, coming up next to him. "This time, I mean it." Alberto answered, rubbing my head.

"Okay, step one... The sauce."

Did... Did he just put the entire can in the pot?

"Step two, fire."

Two seconds later, the can exploded, getting tomato sauce everywhere. I think it covered Massimo the most. But in all fairness, this is the most delicious goof he's made all day! I'm licking it off my face, enjoying it.