SNIFFER SUNRISE, NOT ANOTHER COCKTAIL
Alba is now part of our lives. At precisely one year of us living in Cortona, we collected her for Pozzuolo. Expecting trained, astute and guard to all define her, we were taken aback to be handed over a petrified hound. She looked as if she had just been beaten up or abandoned – the latter, she in fact had. Not quite fitting the bill for the sniffer or anti-terrorist divisions of the Guardia della Finanza, we have taken her in, hoping that she will eventually learn. Poor sausage has never really been out of the training compound, and at the tender age of two, still has a lot to absorb…