In the tiny town of Frascati, two dogs reside. No one owns them, yet everyone cherishes them. They don’t possess a singular home, but they have the welcome of many. At the doorstep of every residence in town lies at least a cardboard box for them, if not a specially crafted, cosy wooden abode. They lack a dog bowl, but it's unnecessary. Every evening, they feast at the finest restaurant in town, one overlooking the town wall and boasting a breathtaking view of the valley below. From its terrace, one can even spot St. Peter's dome shimmering in the setting sun.
Davy and Max, Citizen Kings
Davy and Max, Citizen Kings
Davy and Max, Citizen Kings
In the tiny town of Frascati, two dogs reside. No one owns them, yet everyone cherishes them. They don’t possess a singular home, but they have the welcome of many. At the doorstep of every residence in town lies at least a cardboard box for them, if not a specially crafted, cosy wooden abode. They lack a dog bowl, but it's unnecessary. Every evening, they feast at the finest restaurant in town, one overlooking the town wall and boasting a breathtaking view of the valley below. From its terrace, one can even spot St. Peter's dome shimmering in the setting sun.