As a dog of many vocal registers but so far, few words, this is a bit of an experiment. But my experience is that my entourage is not so good at recording my life eloquently or elegantly so my imminent trip across the continent to Italy seems to offer a good experimental opportunity for me to show my mettle as a journal-ist and metachronicler.
Passport is in paw already; my coat is newly stripped and the svelteness of my figure is quite unbelievable. Unlike my shambling entourage who really need to up their game if la bella figura is not to be beyond them.
Countdown to departure is under a month, now.
The vanguard leaves first, to make my apartment ready. Tripe, I'm salivating already...
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