My most recent dreams came true last weekend when we adopted Sicilian Steve Wissler, a Yorkshire Terrier who was being sold by a lady out of her car the side of the road (I know...Sicily is unbelievable). Signora Yorkie Seller had three little Yorkie boys, and Steve was most definitely the runt. She wasn't even keeping him in the box with the other two...poor little fella. Anyhoo, after a solid hour of begging Nick, he came with me to see them and he, too, fell prey to the most adorable puppy face either of us has ever seen. Plus, Yorkshires have hair, not fur, so I won't be wheezing or itching my eyes b/c I'm not allergic to this little one, which made him all the more irresistible. So needless to say, about five minutes after Nick met Sicilian Steve, Steve was riding in my little blue Fiat on his way back to our place to live in harmony with the world's two most spoiled cats, Tank and Boo. Integration into the family has been gradual--a decision made by the cats--but is moving right along. Yesterday Steve and Boo even napped together, which made this new mother very, very happy.
Welcome to the family Steve!
This week we took Steve to Taormina with our friends Brian, Allison, Colin, and Brian's mom and stepdad for an amazing meal at Granduca and some quality pet watching (a popular pasttime in Taormina). Steve went on the beach for the first time and was so worn out, he slept all the way through dinner!
