While in Rovigo, we went to lunch with some of the company members are their home which has a large garden with various fruit trees. It was lush and inviting in the 36.5 degree heat.
During the meal, Gabry leapt out of her chair (and halfway into my lap) with a bit of a scream. Turns out the dog was curled under the table by her foot without her knowing it; she moved and accidentally nudged the dog which was interpreted by the dog as an attack. So the dog bit her foot. Luckily he didn't break through or draw blood, but there are bite marks on her shoe to recall the occasion.
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