I’d like you to meet Graziano, a homeless fellow, and his beautiful dog Pauli. When I pet Pauli, my fingers sink about 3cm into her soft fur.
Almost every day, rain or shine, this pair sits quietly on (or near, in the case of Pauli) some steps on this side of the Ponte Vecchio. When it does rain, Graziano puts an umbrella over Pauli, as well as holding one for himself. Passers-by toss the odd coin into a basket at Graziano’s feet.
Pauli is a well behaved dog, but she tries very hard to get that darn muzzle off if she thinks Graziano isn’t looking.
I don’t know Graziano’s story. He’s originally from Livorno, and sleeps at a local hostel for the homeless. There’s such obvious love between these two.
I wish someone would take up his story, as was the case in A Street Cat named Bob.