The white-yellow dog has completely adopted us. She spends all day in the yard or under the table on the loggia. A few times she has nudged the door open with her nose and tried to sneak into the house, but as much as we like her, we know where this is leading, so we always firmly send her back out.
John named her Flopsy at some point, but usually just calls her Flopper. I think the latter is the more appropriate name because she often does that flop onto her back that some dogs do to try and get you to rub their belly. Since yesterday was finally a bit warm here, John put out some water. She gulped it down. Now John is a slave to the water dish, and I think Flopsy will probably only leave to get her breakfast.
The best part is when the church bells ring (the bell tower is straight up the hill from us). Today is Sunday, so they tolled every half hour or so all morning. And Flopper joins them, howling away. It made John and I laugh every single time.
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