Nina at it, again…

This is going to be a short AND tragic story. You has been driven into silence and so unlike him too…

Falcon imbalsamatiA few months ago, You found a rare falcone… stuffed to its once ever-living-flying feathers… in his preferred mercatone del usato over in Savona. It is very convenient. He walks out of his hospital, crosses a car-clogged street and enters into Stuff Paradise. He acquired the noble creature for a mere $50 bucks. He preened. Naturally, the stuffed bird arrived at my doorstep here at il Poggiolo. What joy! More stuff stuffed.

You debated as to a perfect location for his falcon. The deliberation lasted most of a Saturday afternoon. 75% of that time was spent piddling with Other Stuff… unmarried-aunt-like fruit bowls, etc.  Finally, You found the embalmed bird A Good Home on an ex-roof beam-cum-pedestal placed in an anonymous corner of La Casa Grande’s Sala da Pranzo. And there it remained, quiet, in Peace, safe until…

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You & I hopped aboard AirFrance to Atlanta, GA USA for My Sister’s 25th Wedding Anniversary Party-hearty weekend shindig. The parties were great fun. No time to recoup. On the Monday thereafter, we drove My Ancient-but-still-cognisant 87 yr. old Mother back to her home in Pinehurst, NC USA. She alternated between doing the New York Times Crossword Puzzle and telling me how to drive. You napped during most of the 7.5 hour Interstate voyage. We promptly dumped her in her condo and headed to a South Carolina beach for some Sun ‘n Fun before returning to check on the ol’ lady and to catch our AirFrance flights back to Our Home in EEtaaalyyy.

IMG_5627I drove down to Codiponte the day after our arrival. No sooner had I opened the gate to il Poggiolo,  Our Neighbour and Dog-sitter came out to tell me something went missing in the house. WHAT? Robbers??? Snooping through La Casa Grande, I discovered to My Horror!!! the plinth was bare!!! Oh!… My!!… God!!… You will be distraught!!!!! Hearing a rather loud GASP, in came the Dog-sitter to explain…

Nina had had a Beeg Crisis during My Absence. A violent thunder-storm one Sunday niht did not help. Alone, forgotten, scared apparently and missing me terribly, she hunted, found and tore into the poor, stuffed falcon and mangled it into an ever-lasting Oblivion. All that remained for the Dog-sitter was the stand, the paglia stuffing and a few miserable feathers.

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Another victim to Nina’s ever-growing rostrum of carnage. Gads.

P.S. I found the courage to call you with The Bad News. He was speechless and hung-up. Then, counting to 10, he called back and continued to do so about every 5 minutes with questions, mostly hovering around The Question of… How could it have happened??? Silly boy… she’s a Huntress!!! On the brighter side of it all, less stuff!!! Gads again.

Dreaming of Christmas snow?…

The Dogs and I have been away from Codiponte for a week now. Il Poggiolo feels far, far away. No sooner had The Dogs entered Our Genoese Open-Space and trotted over to reclaim their individual fuzzy velour-covered mattresses… naturally, arranged next to My Desk and why when we have practically 2,000 square feet of open-space?… than they came knocking to go o-u-t out. They thump the nearest part of me with their Weimaraner noses. A canine Get-with-it-bud. In less than an afternoon on Our First Day Home, we three were back to Our 4 W-a-l-k-s-a-day to either of the scuzzy parks nearby… 8AM, 1PM, 4PM & 9PM. An exhausting schedule. How can I do You’s laundry? The same in Codiponte is at 9AM & 4PM! Ditto for sniffing, etc. Moses, on auto-pilot, went back to ambling along with his nose in the down position to canvas the icky grasses for something cogent to lap at. Euw, ick. Nina missed n’er a beat to tugging & darting back ‘n forth on a grassy median ripe with traces of field mice, who have burrowed bungalows in the crappy hedges there. Everything’s back to the way it was in May. And, as if Our 7 Month-Non-stop Sojourn at Il Poggiolo had never transpired. Before, after and/or in between all those W-a-l-k-s, The Dogs sleep. IMG_0067And they sleep and they sleep and they sleep and sleep. THIS is abnormal. They could be depressed. Or, maybe bored. IMG_0705Producing a HUGE quantity of ZZZZZs, I bet those 2 Dogs dream of those panini breakfasts down at Our Neighbor’s… hour-long pastoral walks leash-less… sun-bathing in the courtyard… burying bread or bunnies next to the box-woods… OR, a Christmas snow!

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Codiponte rampaged…

Sorry… this post fell through the posting crack. Read on and you’ll understand why. It’s Old History, but perhaps, you’ll find the item shocking… and amusing too. Nina is a trip…
The title of this little essay is… A Busy Fortnight For Nina or, What I Put Up With From A Crazed & Female Weimaraner. Take your pick…
Two weeks ago, Nina wantonly KILLED an innocent bunny-rabbit. Yep. Yanked it out from the comfort of its cuddly cage, flung it about a bit to KILL IT!!! and then paraded with the floppy DEAD thing in its mouth through the entire village of Codiponte just as most folk were out & about at 5 in the afternoon. She then ATE the floppy DEAD thing in the middle of the court-yard until it was fully consumed & digested. Moses & I watched in thorough disgust…
La Sagra Dei Pomi was last weekend. There were three areas of “ristoro”. That’s Italian for eating areas. They were… Il Ristorante “Sott’ Il Pont”, serving a variety of Argentine beef dishes; La Croce Bianca offering sgabei… fried bread… & panagacci… a rough textured crepe… both with many delectable salumi & formaggi, as add ons; and, Il Mela Bar with the same items on their hand-written menu. Nina-Dog… SAVED from an ignoble existence nel Veneto and NURTURED with all the LOVE il Dott You, Moses & Myself could/can/have offered her… managed to repeatedly ESCAPE the confines of il Poggiolo… UNDER THE COVER OF DARKNESS TOO!!!… and engaged in several successful acts of THIEVERY!!! Naturally, she ate them all in the comfort of her own wing-back chair right next to my innocent nose until I was awaken by the odor of cooked beef, for instance. I put an immediate stop to that…
Unsatisfied, Nina-dog continued THIS LIFE OF CANINE CRIME by stealing a HUNK of cheese… a near perfectly aged pecorino from the Garfagnana region of norther Tuscany… off the cutting counter inside the little alimentari shop in the village, whilst the owner was outside kibbitzing with an equally large hunk of local eye-candy housed in the form of a local delivery boy. I had to fork over many Euros to repair the loss….
And now, this Fred Flinstone Give-me-the-club-Wilma Mega-bone. IMG_3858Shortly, like next Monday, I am going into the hospital for the long awaited and everyone-is-bored-by-my-talking-about-my-hip operation. This Dog will be someone else’s concern… I so sorely hope. Gads.