Venice is having a heat wave, and dogs--like people--need to stay hydrated.
Fortunately, many of Venice's squares have free water fountains like the one in the photo.
Often, somebody has put out a pan or bowl for dogs, but when no suitable container is available, a pair of cupped hands will keep Fido or Fifi from drying out.
Italians love their dogs even more than they do the Easter Bunny (unless the latter is stewed, braised, roasted, or grilled).
For proof, see the photo above: It shows an expensive box of Easter dog treats that we observed in a Venice shop window.
As Maggie would say (if she could talk), "Buona Pasqua"!
We walked past Harry's Bar this afternoon, and Maggie was kind enough to pose in front of the doors that have welcomed Arturo Toscanini, Guglielmo Marconi, Somerset Maugham, Noel Coward, Charlie Chaplin, Ernest Hemingway, and countless foreign tourists over the decades.
Maggie resisted the urge to go inside, since--like us--she's too thrifty to spend 15 euros for a glass of peach juice and prosecco. Besides, as a red-blooded American carnivore, she'd much rather order a high-priced hamburger at Venice's other tourist mecca, the Hard Rock Café (but only if she can get us to pick up the check).
