Green

Tobia: "How do you like the new color of the garden shed?"

Peggy: "Perché?"

Tobia: "Why? because it is green...."

Peggy: "Molto divertente! Si mi piace, non perché è verde ma perché si vede meno. Comunque, non voto Lega Nord e non è neanche il colore della Lega."

Tobia: "Well, I was beginning to think that you were turning Lega Nord-ish with all that insisting on talking your own 'language'."

Peggy: "Non parlo mica in dialetto se quello che intendi! Però dimmi ti: cosa si vota se sei di destra, donna e pro-Italia?"

Tobia: "Really, you make the strangest questions: First: I don't vote, I am leftish and I am male."

Peggy: "Maschio.... ogni tanto ho i miei dubbi! Di sinistra, si lo so, e non è il tuo unico difetto. E meno male per Bungosconi che non possiamo votare."

Fluctuations

Tobia: "I don't really understand it anymore.... Too many variations. One day we may go on the couch, the next day we may not. One day we don't go for walks, the next day we do go and the day after we go twice. Some days there are just one person here, the next day three. Some days they stay upstairs all the time, the next day they are in the garden all day...."

Peggy: "Sei scemo ti! la vita è sempre così, si muove. Cosa vuoi? Non siamo mica i pelush, sempre fermi."

Tobia: "I am not stupid. I know life is about change but if I don't let my sorroundings know in a polite way that I really feel rather upset with all these changes, how are they supposed to modify their behaviour?"

Peggy: "Scordatelo! Non cambia mai, ma proprio mai. Prendi quello che puoi mentre c'è. Oggi abbiamo mangiato, domani non si sa! E' sempre stato così la vita."

Tobia: "Oh dear, don't you think we will have something to eat tomorrow?"

Peggy: "oh mamma mia adesso via in depression, ho detto 'NON SI SA!' " E' un modo per dire dio can!"

Language

Tobia: "I really don't want to discuss this. From the beginning, we agreed that this blog was to be written down in English for obvious reasons: A larger audience, our secretary is not capable of writing in Italian and last but not least: after all, I am an English setter!"

Peggy: "L'alto posso mettersi a studiare! Forse sei un setter inglese, ma sei nato in Toscana. Io sono di Verona e mi pare giusto di fare questo blog nella nostra lingua comune - l'italiano! Non è che chiedo di essere trascritto in dialetto veneto, anche se questa lingua è l'unica che riesce trasmettere i miei pensieri al 100%."

Tobia: "Should he just begin studying? It's not that easy for an old dog to learn new tricks. But as I said, we've been over this already. I know why you bring it up. The bald one that was here last night complained and you are so in love with him that you can't refuse him anything. I am rather on the side of his girlfriend and not just because she is very cute."

Peggy: "I'm not soft on anybody. He is nice to me, I'm nice to him, but don't think that he earns other rights! And don't think that this discussion is over!"

Economy

Tobia: "I cannot understand all this talk about money. Why is it so important, or rather why is it so important to some of you? It seems like you are always keeping everything for yourself, the tall one don't want to spend anything. And when they talk about other people, for example the bunga-bunga man, it seems that some don't worry about it at all."

Peggy: "It is not true that me and the tall one worry. We are just being careful! Of course you don't understand it, you never had to make do with what you had. You could always look sad and another dog treat would come your way. Exactly like that short man with the funny color. He seems like one of those persons that can have his cake and eat the one of his neighbor!"

Tobia: "Well, if the neighbor doesn't want his cake? It would not be sensible to let it go to waste."

Peggy: "I know you think like that, just like I know what happens every time I try to save a bone for a rainy day. Bunga-bunga or burgle-burgle. It is your good fortune that your master works his butt off! And that he is kind enough to share his earnings with us! The least we can do is to show him the respect not to waste anything."


Tobia: "But I am not wasting anything, I even eat the vegetables from the garden, you know!"

People

Peggy: "Why have they closed the door? There are someone outside and now I can't go check what he is doing."

Tobia: "Perhaps they don't want you to bark at him?"

Peggy: "You stay quiet, I just tell him that I'm watching him, that he'd better behave, I don't jump on him like someone else! And besides, perhaps he needs a hand, you never know. But they close the door and I can't really take responsability... if something happens, it's not my fault!"

Tobia: "Peggy, I know you are very clever and hardworking but you really shouldn't think the world doesn't turn without your help."

Peggy: "How do you know?"

Money

Tobia: "Have you seen that they have closed our account? That we can no longer earn money with this blog? I don't think it is fair. They could have given us a warning. Or at least give us the money, we had already earned."

Peggy: "Fair? Did you think that they know that word? They just know numbers, not words. Money, money, money. Can't blame them, really. It is a dog eats dog world."

Tobia: "But what do we do now?"

Peggy: "What do we do? Eh, we do what we've always been doing. That is: I make sure that nothing strange happens and you continue sleeping! This way our people can concentrate on working and make up for the earnings we've lost."

Tobia: "I think, I will be extra kind to my master and the tall one now. Also because I saw that he brought back something that looked like dog treats! Anyway, I suggest that we keep up this blog, I really have come to like it."

Peggy: "And you really should be more carefull about what you are saying."

Return

Tobia: "He is back, I am really so very content! Only now I realized how much I have been missing him!"

Peggy: "Hm, well, let's see if he stays! How can you manage things in a place where people keep going away, coming back, bringing in guests... without telling me!"

Tobia: "But aren't you happy he is back?"

Peggy: "I guess so, but really: what is that other person doing here? how long is he going to stay? and what kind of oggly-goggly language are they talking to each other. Seems almost like they have a sore throat!"