Getting groceries. Barking dogs.

Of course before we had even left my Mum was on about the dogs' food nonstop.  All through the packing process and the plane ride she kept on asking what we were going to give the dogs.  We had packed enough Taste of the Wild kibble to last almost a week (which we failed to declare) so the fist night was no problem, or so we thought.   When we returned from dropping off the rental car to my dismay the ziploc baggie was on the floor, not a kibble or bit to be seen.  One might say (I tried), that they will probably not need to eat for a few days, but not my canine Crusader Mum.  First thing the next morning, with barely a thought for what we might eat, we were off, in search of a grocery store that would see an organic grain/ corn free kibble, with a high protein content.

First problem, I don't know how to speak or read Italian and cannot even pick out meat on a list of ingredients, never-mind make sure there are no filler!  Second problem, Italians don't seem to feel the same way about holistic/ organic dog food.  So backup plan was to find a grocer and a butcher.
We did-- closed.  And when we returned after their terribly long mandatory lunch, I proceeded to cluck like a chicken, and moo like a cow.  And the dogs did eat.

As for us, we returned once more to our neighborhood Pakistani restaurant.