Sicily 6/26/24
My ankle is all torn up. Not from the dogs, luckily, but from the thorn bush I jumped into to get away from them. The same dogs at the same intersection in the lower village, alerted by the other dog behind the fence.
At first, I thought they would stay back and just bark at me from their garage, but no, they’re trotting up the hill towards me, barking a…
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