Something inside her must be very pure and very fresh, so much so that she managed to cover the ugliness and the filth in which she lived in the public pound of Sparta, so that she would come out of there unscathed and more fresh than ever.

Tiramisu, along with her sister (Stratitella), lived as puppies in a horrible environment, and came out of there fresh and fine, as if nothing had touched them.

Until we gave them names, we called them the tiny, cheeky ones, because apart from tiny they are also cheeky. Her sister was adopted, Tiramisu not yet.

She was born on September 21, she is sweet as tiramisu and tender as a tiramiso, so much so that she runs and when you caress her she melts.