You haven't heard from me in a while because I have been waiting for the right time to unveil our big news. We have a buyer for our Italian house. This buyer did not come through any of the realtors we have been dealing with for some time. They have not brought more than 2 people by all summer. The buyers found out about our house because Maree made some posters and left them at two of our friends restaurants. The couple buying our house saw one of the posters and contacted us to come and see it. Like us, they had been looking for a house on and off for five years. We will sign preliminary contracts on October 31, but the final sale will not close until March, 2020. So, we will be back in California for two months for the holidays. Then we will return to Italy for two months. Then we come back to California for good this time. So, life around here has been quite busy trying to gather everything we need for the contract document called a compromesso in Italy and then for the final closing documents. We would not be able to get this done without the help of our dear friend Giuseppe. He took charge and got us the appointment with the notaio and told us what we needed to make the compromesso.
In the midst of all of the house preparations, Jim and Maree have been taking care of routine business like renewing Maree's permit to stay which expired this month, renewing Maree's expired driving license, getting a residenza which may have some bearing on any taxes on the sale of the house. I got dragged along to all the appointments, obviously. All this standing in lines, sitting around, waiting, listening to people speak in a language none of us really understand is quite tiring and stress making for me. I'll be happy when all of this business is concluded. But I don't think I am too happy about getting on a airplane for the long haul back to the US.
The house deal is not the only news from here, however. This week I celebrated my second birthday, and my second birthday here in Italy. There were some presents and a canettone, a panettone made for dogs. I got a necktie for a present, now I look truly Presidential. But I won't wear my tie so it hangs around my crouch. I'll wear it like normal dogs do.
With all of the things going on around here, no one has had as much time for me as I would like. I am quite demanding about getting attention. So twice in the last couple of weeks, I managed to break the fence and scamper off in the fields. Maree was rather freaked out when she couldn't find me in the house or in the yard. She called and called, but did I come? NO. I don't like anybody telling me what to do, and that includes coming when I am called. Besides, I was having too much fun wandering around and getting into all kinds of new things. Of course, this time of year there are hunters and their dogs around, so it is rather dangerous for me to be out running around, but what did I know. There was so much to explore. The only way Maree finally got me in the house is by tossing a paper towel roll inside for me to come and get it. I just can't resist those paper towel rolls. But I'm not sure that I'll ever fall for that one again. Once I was in the house, Maree spent a very long time checking me over and brushing me looking for deer ticks. I came home with about a half dozen of them crawling in my fur. I liked the added attention of being so well groomed, but I didn't like the ticks.
My Presidential campaign is heating up, and picking up new support daily. I now have 1,550 twitter followers and the number keeps increasing. This campaign has sure been a lesson in vocabulary for me: emoluments, impeachment, quid pro quo. And it has been a lesson in how not to act as President. It's been rather embarrassing some of the words coming out of the mouth of that fellow in the white house. Did people really vote for him? Does half the country still support him? I sometimes think that I am definitely the best candidate out there. I have no dirty laundry to be exposed, no ties to the Ukraine or Russia, have never told a lie, would never think of calling anyone "scum of the earth" or to using the derogatory word lynching. In addition, I have youth on my side, and I definitely have the best hair. Talk about full disclosure, I have even shared many of my baby photos and challenged all other candidates to do the same, but so far there have been no takers. I don't understand why? Is it because they know they just can't compete with me on the AWW factor?
My Four Feet Forward campaign slogan has now become a Friday event on dog twitter. Each dog (and family) are encouraged to do something special for someone or the earth on Fridays like pick up some trash or their droppings or plant a tree since digging holes is so much fun, or taking some things to be recycled. Speaking of picking up doggie droppings, one of my friends wants to know, "Who picks up after guide dogs?" If you know the answer to this burning question, you must share it.
Well, it is almost my dinner time. Turkey and sweet potatoes and green beans tonight. At least I eat like a Presidential candidate. Hope you have a good week and a good meal out at your favorite restaurant. My favorite restaurant is right here at home.
Keep the faith, things always work out in the end,
Your pal, Dino for President 2020
Hello again from Italy. It has been a while since my last post, I know but that is mostly because I've just been hanging out at the house, and life has been pretty boring. The rain has started and the fog is starting to roll in. It seems to have a schedule. It rolls over the hills each afternoon, hangs out for a few hours, and then moves on. Well, that is on a good day. As we move through fall and into winter, it likes to hang out a lot longer and then we can't drive to our favorite restaurants for dinner because you can't see a foot in front of you. I don't mind so much, because I always eat at home before we go anyway, but Jim and Maree like to go out to eat at Alessia's for fritto misto of calamari and shrimp or Anna's for pasta with tarfufo and chicken. I always get a little lettuce or carrot from the salad or the frozen green beans Maree brings along.
This past week, things picked up a little bit here, and I got to go somewhere new and stay in a hotel. Last weekend, we took a trip to Perugia. Even though it is only 90 minutes from our house, Maree and Jim have never been there before. My assessment of Perugia, Four paws up for dog friendliness. If I had five paws, I would give it five. We walked around (and I got pushed around in the stroller part of the time so I didn't end up pulling Maree's arm out of the socket or making her trip on the uneven stone pavements). I even got to go into a little bit of the National Art Museum with some very cool sculptures and an amazing ceiling. But the town is just full of architecturally interesting buildings, a beautiful cathedral, and a grand piazza where the annual Umbrian Jazz festival is held. There is even an underground city which you can travel through as you take 5 escalators down to the bottom of the hill where the big parking structure is.
The best part of Perugia for me, was the dog friendly restaurants. Our Saturday night dinner was at Al Tartufo, and they brought me a dish of treats. They told Mom, "No dog. No truffles." But Sunday lunch was the best and I can't wait to go back to La Taverna. Once we were seated at the table, the waiter, who thought I was just so cute, asked if he could bring me chicken and rice. So, shortly a bowl appeared with lunch for me. Then the owner had to come and say hello. He loves dogs and told us he will not eat in a restaurant that does not allow dogs. When it was time to leave, the waiter told us to wait because the owner wanted to come and say goodbye to me. He was a very nice man. He even gave us a nice discount because he liked me. Now that is what I call truly dog friendly.
Back home, there has been some excitement too. Yesterday morning, I found two dead bees -- the really really giant kind, floating in my water dish. And when I went to sit on the sofa, Maree grabbed me because there was a giant bee crawling just where I was going to put my derriere. She made short work of that bee. Well, we have found several more of those huge bees around too, so I have to be careful. I do like to chase those flying things. But as though all the bees weren't enough of the wild for one day, that afternoon when Jim opened the front door to go out to the car, he called Maree and said, "Is this a viper?" Maree looked at the little thing - about 14 inches long, and said, "Close the door. Don't let that in. Yes, it is a young viper. See the triangular head." So, Maree was all freaked out and worried because it was right up against the bottom of the door and she thought it might be able to get into the house. She sort of stood guard and kept shooing me away from the door. I couldn't go out in the yard for a while either. I really wasn't very sure what was going on, but I knew there was something wrong. Anyway, there is a good end to this story because within an hour, that snake decided to mosey on off somewhere. Now the only problem is where did it go? I hope it doesn't decide to go into my yard. It is small and sneaky I think, and I might not see it when I am running through the grass to bark at the neighbors.
Well, when I am not traveling around or tweeting to drum up support for my campaign, I am thinking, thinking about the world. My twitter friend Darcey from Ireland said I always look thoughtful. Well, I am a thoughtful guy. I think about global politics, global warming, animal cruelty which I have been seeing so much of on twitter, and the fate of our democracy which seems to be hanging by a thread at the moment. I continue my Four Feet Forward campaign to motivate all the four footed friends to act to save life, the universe, and everything from the mindless people who seem to be running things. I keep hearing the term impeachment, and I'm not sure what that means, but I'm not sure it is going to be enough anyway. Well, fortunately not all of my thinking is so heavy or my head would explode. I also wonder about the way people walk. Have you ever noticed that most people when they walk, their palms point toward their thighs (thighs, I like thighs, those chicken thighs taste pretty good). But there are some people whose palms point behind them. I'm sure those people are aliens or at least zombies in disguise waiting to break out and rule the world. Hum, I have to take a look at the guy in the White House and see how he walks and his wife too. I'm not so sure about her. She looks like one of the Stepford Wives to me.
Speaking of my twitter account, I now have just under 1000 followers. People like me because I am so cute. And my best twitter friend, Scooby, could be my twin. He isn't an American Eskimo dog, however, he is a Japanese Spitz. When I see his photos I get a little confused sometimes because even I think he is me. We even have the same toys. Unfortunately, he lives in Ireland, so I don't think we will ever get to meet. On the other hand, that might be good, because if I am a time traveler and he is me in another time, then if we meet the whole world might explode. You just never know what catastrophes time travel can initiate.
As I write my blog, today, however, I am just thinking of bones, treats, green beans. It is almost lunch time here, and I'm ready for food. Or maybe I should just keep chewing on this toy. There's not much left of it anyway.
Hope to see my California friends over the holidays when I understand we are coming back to visit Brian and family. If anyone has any thoughts for an inexpensive rental for about two months, please let Maree know. She's been looking without much success. Of course, they will have to allow one small very well behaved and very cute dog. Just know that if you come to visit me, I like to bark and jump and try to get you to pay attention to me. I am not well trained at home, but I am perfect everywhere else.
Well, friends, I wish you all happy thoughts and snake less and killer bee less days.
Your Thoughtful friend,
Dino for President 2020
My Presidential campaign has been consuming most of my time lately. But the hard work is paying off. My polls show support growing every day. I now have about 600 twitter followers and the number keeps increasing. I think my message is reverberating with women and dog owners and cat owners and goat owners and anyone who loves animals. So, if I could capture the vote of all animal lovers, I could certainly capture the White House. After all, the current occupant doesn't even have a dog. I still don't understand how someone who doesn't like dogs got elected.
As part of my campaign, I have been making a campaign promise a day. Since so many of you apparently are not twitter literate, I thought I would share some of the latest with you. I keep encouraging all of my friends and supporters to put their Four feet forward to save life, the universe, and everything. Right now, we really need to help save the rain forest and Greenland if we are all going to continue to survive on this earth. (Personally, I think we need to save Greenland from the real estate lust of the current White House inhabitant. Is he for real?) Here are a few of my campaign promises from the past week.
Campaign Promise of the Day: I promise to lower blood pressure, reduce anxiety, and bring lots of smiles. Now what other candidate can make these promises? Anyone? Join my campaign to save the planet and all creatures great and small. Dino for President 2020. 4 Feet Forward
Campaign Promise of the Day: I promise my Presidency will be all about wagging tails not wagging tongues. Let's bring happiness back to the world. Four feet forward for a happier world. Dino 2020
Campaign Promise Today: We've been using the same calendar for too long. It's time for a change. I propose the new 2020 Dog Days Calendar. We'll add dog days and not just in the summer. There will be no work for man or four legged friends on dog days. Vote Dino for dog days
Campaign Promise of the Day: I promise to keep four feet on the ground for greater stability, my head in the clouds for greater creativity and problem solving, and to maintain a moral compass. Four feet forward to save all creatures great and small and the earth. Dino
Campaign Promise of the Day: When I'm President I will protect those who can't protect themselves like our four footed friends who have no voice. If we ran the world it would be safer, saner and more honest. Also there would be more licks, hugs, and belly rubs. Dino 2020
I have been getting a lot of experience at diplomacy and foreign relations recently. The other night we were seated outside at a restaurant next to a table full of people from Germany. They had a friendly dog along with them, and we became friends just hanging out together. The two leggeds talked a lot of politics, and the general consensus was that the US needs a new leader. But one gentleman was happy because he said we haven't entered into any new wars. Well, not yet, but look at all of the new nuclear weapons testing going on. Pretty scary. I also met some people from the Netherlands the night before at my friend Alessia's restaurant. Maree tried to sell them our house, but they weren't buying.
We did, however, have a couple come to see the house this past week, and they liked it. But they are considering some others as well. Wish us luck. Maybe we can sell this house soon!!! While they were visiting the house, we had to leave because otherwise I would be barking and jumping up and down the whole time they were trying to see the house. So we drove down the hill to a bar (really coffee shop). I got to hang out on the stage. But I don't think it was my cup of tea. It smelled like coffee, and there were no other dogs there. Here is a photo of me at the bar.
My German doctor neighbor is here now. This is the first time he has been here since I arrived in October. I don't like all of the activity down the road at that house. My vocal cords are getting a lot of exercise now that he is here and I do a lot of jumping up an down too. I'm not sure that this is really the best tactic for developing a foreign policy. I think I have to consider a kinder, gentler approach.
Well, there have been no encounters with the bureaucracy here recently. And we are all happy about that. But there have been a couple of close encounters with trees. Yesterday morning when I went outside in my yard, there were a whole lot of leaves and branches. And when I looked up, I noticed that a very, very large branch had snapped on one of our ancient mulberry trees, and it was just hanging down in the yard. This is the second huge branch that has come down in my yard in about a month. I am getting worried about those trees. They are very tasty so I want to make sure they survive. I also don't want one to fall down on my head. Our gardener will come and take away the big broken branch. But we need to get the trees all cut back. They have grown too big and heavy now to support the weight. Oh, they look so beautiful. It will be sad to cut them back.
That is about all of the news from here. Looks like a week of cooler weather, and I am so happy about that. Hope you enjoy some good weather too.
Wishing all of my friends a good week and hoping you will all put your four feet forward to save all creatures great and small.
Dino, candidate for President 2020
Hello from Italy where it has been hot and very frustrating. It was 100 degrees last week and we have had lots of days in the mid to upper 90s. The last few days were good, but the heat has returned. Enough already. Days like today I don't appreciate this fur coat. And I really miss a house with central air conditioning. So I am hoping that no more strange people or cars pass by on our street today. Because when they do, I have to run outside and jump up and down and bark and bark, and then I run along the fence and bark, and it is just too hot to do that. But it's my job, and like the pony express I must do my job in the wind and the rain and the sleet and the hail and the heat too. But I think I'm going to have a heat stroke if I keep this up. I guess I better just stay inside with my new toy.
On the days when the weather has been good, we have been to lots of festas. Last night was the Verdicchio festival in Staffolo, a small hill town not far away and Jim and Maree tasted a couple of sparkling verdicchio wines. On Thursday was the big holiday of the summer here, Ferragosto, the assumption of Mary. We went to our friend Alessia's restaurant where we had a five course luncheon out on the patio. It was perfect weather for a change, and I had my first ever taste of proscuitto - just a very little taste.
While the heat has been frustrating, that is not what has created the greatest frustration in my house recently. It is the Italian bureaucracy. A week ago, Maree and Jim finally got their permessi di soggiorno (green cards). First of all, it took almost 8 months. Secondly, when the website said the cards were ready, it also said to wait for an SMS saying when and where to pick them up. Well, in Maree's case, the website had said hers was ready for 3 to 4 weeks, and there was never an SMS. Jim's was not ready yet, so she thought maybe she had to wait until Jim's was also ready before they would send the SMS, and she wanted to avoid making two trips to the police station. So, Maree continued to wait for Jim's to be ready. Well, finally, Jim's was ready, but two more weeks went by and there was no SMS. By this time, Maree had been patient long enough, so she decided that they must go once again to the police station to check on their cards. I think this made the fourth time they went there to inquire dragging me along with them, and every trip is always a pain because we are told we are there on the wrong day or we have to wait in line forever and there are never any other dogs to play with. It's actually a quite boring and inhospitable place. Except for the little boy I met on this trip. He just kept giving me his hand to lick and laughing. He was pretty cute and entertaining.
Anyway, this time, we went on the right day, apparently, as no one came and told us to leave and come back on another day. We took a number, and when our turn finally arrived, Maree went to the window and told the woman behind the glass why they were there. The clerk looked through the box of permessos and found them for Jim and Maree just sitting there doing nothing. But, the clerk said she could not release the cards without a copy of the old permesso. Well, those had long ago expired, and so they had been confiscated by the same police station when our finger prints were taken eight months prior. The woman, it seems, failed to believe that we did not have them and that their staff had taken them from us. She kept insisting that this did not happen. After several minutes of repeatedly stating that we did not have our old cards, she finally conceded that she could give us the new ones. Of course, she had to take more finger prints first. This took many tries because neither Jim nor Maree seem to have very readable prints anymore. But, eventually, she released the new permessi di soggiorno. When Jim looked at his, it was good for 9 more months until May of 2020. Maree looked at her card and it was good until October 17, 2019 - two months. In the past, both of their permessos have always expired on the same day. After all, they were submitted on the same day. Obviously, Maree was not happy. So, she went back to the clerk behind the window and asked, "Why is mine only good for two months?"
"I don't know said the clerk. It was done in Ancona. I can't do anything about it."
"So do I have to start reapplying now since it is only good for two months?" Maree asked.
"No," she said, "Reapply two months after it has expired in December, 2019."
Well, how many things do you find problematic with this entire scenario? Let me not count the ways. This process last time we did it took 5 weeks from start to finish.
Of course, this was not the only recent encounter with the bureaucratic systems in Italy, that led to frustration. Last Thursday, Jim and I accompanied Maree to a doctor's appointment at the hospital in Ancona where she was going for a checkup. The doctor's office had called to make the appointment. Maree and Jim put me in a stroller hoping that they could take me into the hospital because it was definitely too hot to wait in the car. Well, I got as far as the reception area, but even in the stroller I couldn't go any further. That was probably okay. I was embarrassed to be seen in a stroller anyway.
Italy is known for having one of the top health care systems in the world. Well, maybe the care is good, but the processes are non-existent. When we arrived at the hospital, the receptionist told Maree to take elevator 7 to the second floor. Once there, she followed the sign to the department. At the end of the hall was a very large, sparsely decorated, un-airconditioned waiting room filled with people, but no one to check in with. So, when a person came out of the back room and called a name, Maree approached her and said she was there to see the doctor. The woman pointed to the room and said to wait.
After an hour, Maree asked the person next to her what time her appointment was. "11:30," she said. Well, that was the same time as Maree's, so she started to wonder if everyone there had the same appointment time and if just like at the police station where you theoretically have an appointment time, there is actually no such thing. You just show up and wait and wait. Here there was not even a machine with a number to take. Okay. well more time was passing. After 75 minutes of waiting it was lunch time and no one was coming out to take any more people into the back for their appointments, and there were only three people remaining in the waiting room. The place had pretty much cleared out. So Maree, not a patient person under any circumstances, left. What a waste of time. Oh, how she misses Kaiser. Fortunately, my experiences at the vets have been much better than this.
Okay, now that I have done all of Jim and Maree's complaining about Italy, I have some good news. My Presidential campaign is going well. I keep picking up votes and have selected any number of cabinet positions like Chief Happiness Officer, Chief Inspiration Officer, Chief Do the Right Thing Officer, Chief Musician and Photographer as well as my head of Presidential security, entertainers for my inaugural, and maybe even my first lady. A President can't be single can they, and she is pretty cute? Now I have about 260 twitter followers, but I'm trying for more. I think I need a 1,000 to become President. My friend, Scooby, says when he has a 1,000 followers he can have a girlfriend. Somehow, that sounds like more fun than President. So I'm still trying for more, because maybe if I get 2000 I can be President and get a girlfriend too. So friends and family please follow me if you have a twitter account and pass this on to your friends.
I am putting my best four feet forward to help save America and the planet from the crimes of humanity. Every day things keep getting worse, and I am trying to make people aware. Here are a few of my recent tweets.
Campaign Promise of the Day: I promise to never leave my sh--- okay, poo, on the sidewalk for unsuspecting walkers. Now, all those other candidates should clean theirs up too. Let's clean up our cities, beaches, oceans. Save our planet. 4 Feet Forward for a clean environment.
42, the answer to life, the universe and everything. I don't think you can be bored at 42. But I think it is a fine time to be reflective and help me save the world. Four feet forward, Hercule. With your cunning and my personality, I think we could wrap this election up. Dino
Campaign Promise Day ? I seem to have lost track. Anyway, I promise not to rub any noses in it or to be a back biter. (Where do people get these bizarre sayings anyway???) My motto: Let's all get along and have some fun. Life is too very short. Good day all, Dino
Trump floated the idea of purchasing Greenland. My reply: Just another brick in the wall of insanity. I, on the other hand, am a very rational candidate out to save the world and all creatures great and small from the misdeeds of mankind, especially this kind of man. Vote Dino for President, 2020.
Hope you enjoy your August.
Your Pal Dino,
The Candidate with the good hair
It has been a while since I last wrote. It's a busy time here with my campaign, summer festivals, and Maree's book and other writing. She has been very busy tweeting for my campaign. I now have nearly 80 twitter followers, but I need lots more. Unfortunately, most of my friends aren't following me. SIGH!! I know it is hard to find my twitter account, so here is a link. https://twitter.com/dogdaysinitaly
Maree is starting to get comments from her beta readers on her book and Jim is giving it a second read. Hopefully this fall she will be able to publish it. It will probably be an Amazon self published book. We will let you know when it appears.
Festival season is upon us. We have been to a wine festival in Montecarotto, a Notte del Verdicchio in Cupramontana, a Crescia festival in Castelplanio, and tonight we'll attend another festa down the hill in Moie. Every weekend there are festivals celebrating foods or wines or folk music, and every festival has bands and the music carries on until the middle of the night. And on the last day of the festival there are fireworks. Italians love fireworks. I'm not sure I like the festivals. Too many cars, too many people. I only like them when there is another dog to play with. But Italians seem to be afraid to let their dogs play with other dogs. If you are a male dog, like me, they think you will attack. Right, I really look like an attack dog. Oh, well, I can't wait to get back to California and the dog park.
While it has been hot here, we have been fortunate that our hottest days have been around 93 degrees unlike Paris with 109 or even London or Germany. But of course, without air conditioning even 93 can be too hot especially when you always wear a fur coat. Our three foot thick walls do keep the house fairly cool, but after a week of heat, they absorb the heat and are no longer a good buffer. Our little standing room air conditioner does an adequate job of keeping the house from getting any warmer at least. And the days of thunder storms act to cool it down for a few days. I am not afraid of the thunder, but I do wonder what that noise is and where it comes from.
Today, I thought I would share with you some of the tweets you've been missing along with some of the accompanying photos. I don't like the camera, so it is hard to get a good photo of me. These are the best Maree could do with that obsolete blackberry. At least you can still see how cute I am and that I have the best hair of any candidate running for office and the best smile too. Enjoy my tweets, and if you are on twitter, please follow me and get your friends to follow me too.
Here I am when I was a baby. I have nothing to hide. I'm the only candidate sharing baby pics. Do you think Congress should ask all the others for baby pics? Or maybe we need the courts to decide. Dino for President. Four feet forward to save America.
Friends, I am told I am like a cat. (Is this a good thing?) I lick my paws and wash my face. A Presidential candidate needs a clean face, a clean record, and a clear conscience. Vote Dino in 2020. I'm very clean!!!
Here I am contemplating my platform and worrying about the Democrats. Why attack each other. You won't find the back biting among the Canine party. We are united and have the best interests of mankind (and womankind) at heart. We are man's (and woman's) best friend after all.
Dino's wisdom: The road of life in never straight and narrow. It is populated by blind curves, potholes and sometimes even incomprehensible road signs. But with a wealth of persistence, a little luck, a dash of magic, and a dog at your side you can realize your dreams.
Dino's wisdom: Tomorrow may be another day, but don't put off 'til tomorrow. Make every day count. Help all of your four footed pals to stop climate change. This heat is killing me. Four feet forward to save America.
Hello from my campaign headquarters. It's time for a change. My platform: A dog in every home. A chicken in every pot. A roof over every head and a bed to lay it on. Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness as a core value. Four feet forward to save America.
I am the only candidate focusing on preventing the zombie invasion. Dino for President. Save America from the zombies.
Hope you all have a great day. And vote for Dino. You know I am very fast and good at herding, so I will herd those members of Congress so we can get something done. Spread the word.
Dino the dog for President
Thank you for supporting my candidacy. My campaign is hot. I have a number of committed votes, and our internal polls indicate that I am leading the pack among women and dog owners. I think with those two blocks, I have a really good chance of winning this. That guy in the White House better get a dog if he wants to compete with me. And I don't even have a twitter account yet. I know I said no twitter, but my campaign manager is insisting, so look for my twitter campaign coming soon. I will let you know when it goes live. I have been thinking of some great tweets like, "The Country is Going to the Dogs," or "Four Feet Forward for More Stability and Less volatility," or how about "It's Time for a Paws," and "I'll Jump Through Hoops to Get Things Done Right." Maybe I don't want to use the word right, after all I can't say I lean in that direction, and I don't want to give any false hope or comfort to that side of the aisle.
I think I've hit a nerve with many people. Twice in the last week I've read headlines using my phrases. The country truly is going to the dogs, and my campaign is leading the charge.
Right about now I am charging to the water dish because it is so hot here. It's been in the 90s, and it will continue for the next two weeks. No relief in sight. And each day the house gets a little hotter and the tile floors a little warmer. Just imagine if you were walking around in this weather wearing a fur coat. Our house is not air conditioned, but we do have a little room air conditioner which I think we will have to use if this keeps up. Thick stone walls only do the job for so long before they heat up and the house gets hot. While I am complaining about our weather in Poggio San Marcello, it is one of the coolest spots in Italy. Even so, with no rain for a month, the hills are all brown just like back in California. I'm glad we aren't in France where the temperature hit 115 degrees. Global warming??? It's time to rejoin the Paris Accord I say.
This hot weather is bringing out all kinds of creepy, crawly and slithering things here. I've never seen things like these before. Of course, there are still my favorites, the lizards. I finally caught one and found that they are rather tasty treats. Maree was not amused. Today, I was out on my patio and I looked up at the wall. There was something crawling there between the wall and the shutter. I just caught a glimpse of a tail as it went under the shutter. At first, I thought it was a lizard, and I got up to run and get it. But as I approached, I went, "WHOA, that is not a lizard." Whatever it was I had never seen anything like it before. It was long and thin and black and it didn't have legs. How could it move without legs? I guess it couldn't jump like me either. It had little beady eyes that looked sinister. I didn't like the looks of it. Something was telling me maybe I didn't want to chase this. Maybe it wouldn't taste too good anyway. It didn't look very edible. So I backed up and left it alone. Maree apparently didn't like the looks of it either since she made me go in the house and wouldn't let me back out until that thing decided to wander on out of the yard. I hope it doesn't return because I wouldn't want to come face to face with it unexpectedly. It probably wants to feast on my lizards.
Here in Italy the hurdles of bureaucracy continue to rise higher and higher. Four years ago when Jim and Maree went to get a Permesso di Soggiorno (green card) it took three weeks after they had their finger prints taken. Now, it has been more than six months. So last Monday morning Jim, Maree and I got into the car and drove the 45 minutes to the police station in Jesi to check in and see WTF??? (Can a presidential candidate use those words without the twitterverse going nuts?) Anyway, we went on a Monday because when we went to check on the status at the three month point, we went on a Wednesday. A mean looking man with a grumpy attitude told us only people with appointments could be seen on Wednesdays. He said we had to come back on a Monday or a Thursday. This time, we walked in on a Monday knowing that Wednesday was not the right day, and we stood around for a while waiting. Eventually, the same grumpy man approached Maree and asked what we were there for. When she explained our problem, he said, "No we cannot deal with your issue today. Today is only appointments. You must return on Wednesday." ARG!!! The worst part of this ordeal was taking the drive to the police station because the air conditioning in the car decided to bite the dust, and so it was a very hot drive through several little towns and behind an oversized farm vehicle going at about 10 miles per hour. Eventually, because Jim and Maree made no effort to try to leave, one gentleman who obviously had an appointment, started to reiterate what the grumpy man said suggesting we should go. Because we didn't want to get into any altercation with folks waiting, we left. Boy was I glad to get out of there. I just don't understand this waiting around thing and standing in lines. Have you ever seen dogs line up for anything?
When Wednesday arrived, just as hot, and still no air conditioner in the car, we headed back to the police station. When we arrived, I am panting like a dog. Well, what did you expect? There were a bunch of people in a sort of line and any number sitting in seats. A man in the chair section immediately told us that all of these other people got there before us. Okay, so why weren't they in line? Anyway, Jim and Maree walked me over to the line after the aforementioned gentleman took his place there. Now, here we were in line, and I started sniffing legs. Well, you know there was a great mix of people all smelling different, and I wanted to taste each one. Some of those people from other countries definitely did not like me sniffing their legs though. I think they were afraid of dogs. So, I was on a very short leash. No more leg sniffing for me, and I laid down on the floor to await our turn. (Have I mentioned that although I am involved in this travesty of justice, I do not personally need a Permesso di Soggiorno. So I am just with Jim and Maree for moral support and because they are afraid if they leave me home there will be no furniture left when they return.) Eventually, our turn arrived and we approached the counter and explained our dilemma. The clerk consults her computer and says, "Your application is being processed. You will receive an SMS when it is time to pick it up" She didn't appear at all surprised by the fact that it had already been six months. Apparently that is the norm now. The influx of immigrants in Italy has grown astronomically over the past four years. Maree is still perplexed. She can't understand that it can take this long to process our application when we are really just renewing our Permesso and we own a house here? If this goes on much longer, Maree and Jim's visas will expire before they ever receive a Permesso. Isn't Italian bureaucracy great?
What an interesting time to be here. But I am looking forward to returning to California one day in the near future. It won't be too soon, however, as the prospects for selling our house any time soon aren't looking good. I miss the dog park and my friends and the wide variety of treats and toys. And I could do with fewer creepy, crawly things.
Hoping your life is full of treats and free of creepy, crawly things.
Your Italian friend,
Dino the Snake Whisperer
It has been rather quiet here at my home in Italy, and with the heat, I have spent a lot of time just lounging around and thinking. And when I think, I like to think big picture. You know, what's over the fence, what's under that rock, why do bees sting and those lizards grow back their tails. But today, it is hard not to think about the current American Presidential campaign. While I am far away at the moment, it remains big news. As I see it, the current race has become a circus. And being from a long line of circus performers (my forefathers were brought forth by the Barnum and Bailey Circus), I decided that as an experienced candidate, I would throw my hat into the ring. (Obviously, I mean the hat thing metaphorically.) I have a family history of jumping through hoops with great dexterity, and I am sure this will be a valuable skill. How many of the other candidates can say this? So, I am happy to announce my campaign this week as the candidate for the Canine Party. In the interest of full disclosure, my party has no ties to big oil, big pharma, big business, wall street, or Hollywood. My only ties are to the ASPCA and animal rescue organizations.
As for my qualifications, they are many. First, I have spent half of my life abroad, and have developed strong diplomatic skills. I find that where ever I go, people are just naturally attracted to me. I like to kiss babies and shake hands. There is never a language barrier when I meet new people. Living in Europe, I hear a lot of talk about US and European relations, and I understand the importance of our relationships with our allies. I wag my tail heartily at all of them. Make love not war I like to say. Yes, I believe in world peace. Oh my God, that sounds like I am running in a beauty pageant. Well, if I were, I am sure I would win that race. I have by far the best hair of any candidate and a body that would look great in a bathing suit, although I prefer to swim in the nude. (No paparazzi please!)
I can state with all sincerity that I will run an honest campaign. I have never and will never tell a lie. I have no tax returns to hide. I will accept no campaign contributions and will be beholding to no faction or individuals. I can bark loud and strong, but my bark is worse than my bite. Well, actually, I am not a back biter and never will be. My life is an open book, or maybe it is still waiting to be written. I will never tweet. I will never use the word "SAD" or call a fellow candidate "a dummy" or chant "lock her up." I promise to smile for the press. Speaking of the press, I believe in freedom of the press and will never use the phrase "fake news". And I never have and never will eat junk food or drink sodas or alcoholic beverages. As for making any unwanted advances, well, I can't say that has never happened. You see, I like to stand up on my hind legs to see better and sometimes, that means resting my front paws on a leg and then I like to lick hands. And I don't discriminate with my affections, male or female, it is the same to me. But this is my only transgression. Full disclosure here.
My platform is simple:
Thank you for listening my fellow Americans. And may whichever deity you choose to talk to provide you with happy trails and lots of treats.
Dino for President, 2020
Well, the weather has certainly taken a turn here. I can no longer complain about fog and rain and cold. We are having a heat spell. I don't think I am built for the hot weather. It would sure be nice to be able to take off this thick fur coat of mine, but I am not supposed to be trimmed or to have my coat shaved because I have an undercoat and very pink, delicate skin that would burn in the sunshine. (I am so delicate, such a little Prince.) I'll just be doing a lot of panting I guess. The house is not air conditioned here like in California, but so far those thick stone walls have kept the indoor temperature very livable, and the cool tile floors are just right for stretching out on and cooling off. We do have a standing air conditioner that we can use if it gets too hot. Jim and Maree say it works good. I hope they're right.
With the change in the temperature, we finally had a warm night. We went to Alessia's restaurant for dinner and sat out on the patio where I could lay down in the grass next to the table. That was the best time I have ever had at a restaurant. There were lots of kids running around, running past me. And I, much to your surprise I imagine, was a perfect gentleman. I didn't run at them or jump or bark. I just stayed there in my position, stretched out in the grass and watched the world go by. What a great life!!!! While I hung out, watching, sniffing the air, and getting some pets I might add, Jim and Maree indulged in a dinner of polenta with truffles and frito misto of calamari and shrimp. We didn't leave the restaurant until almost midnight. I hope I get to go hang out in the grass there again soon.
We went for a tour and wine tasting at Colonnara winery this past week with our friends Renate and Udo. Renate and Udo are from Munich and they have a vacation home nearby. Our friend Cristina works at the winery now and she took us around for the tour. Her husband, Massimiliano is the President of the winery which is a cooperative of growers. His grapes make all of the biologico (organic) wines. Our tour took us down into the cool wine cellar where they store the sparkling wines and where the red wines age in the barriques. Maree likes it down there with the scent of wines and all of the riddling racks. I liked it there too because it was cool and I got carried around during the tour. We took an elevator the size of a 12 by 15 foot room to get down to the cellar. That was pretty weird, but then again it was an adventure.
After the cellar tour, everyone went into the tasting room, and I just had to lay down and wait. It seemed like a very long wait. I think they tasted every wine on offer. First there was Luigi Ghislieri, a methodo classico sparkling wine, which has been one of Maree's favorites. It is bottle aged for three years. Then there were white wines, Verdicchios and a Bianchello, then there were red wines Cabernet, and another one that I don't remember. Oh, and there was a rose too. At the end, they tasted a methodo martinotti (charmat for those of you more familiar with the French term although the Italians assure Maree that they made sparkling wines first). The table was weighted down with bottles. When they were done, I don't think anyone walked a straight line back to the car but me. I should have been the designated driver. Fortunately, lunch was only five minutes away.
Back home, I keep learning new things. For a very long time I never jumped up on the furniture myself. I had to be invited and picked up. But, eventually, with a lot of coaxing, I learned to jump up into the car. Well, once I mastered that, the couch and the bed were easy. I started with the couch though just to check out the response and see if it was okay for me to jump up there. Of course, I only do it when Maree is there and I can hang out with her and play. The bed took a little longer. I think I liked being able to sit there looking up longingly at it until I was picked up and put on the bed. I especially liked it when I would wake Maree up at 1:00 am with a little woof so she could put me up there. Somehow I think something in my life will be missing now that I can do these things on my own. I don't think I'll have quite as much control, and I am all about being in control. Maree and Jim have not figured out how to break me of this idea, and they have tried.
On the house front, it looks like we will be here for a while, so if anyone wants to visit, they should do it. We have someone coming to see the house on June 20. The woman from Milan is still interested, and she will be coming back to visit when she has time - so who knows what that means. In the meantime, Maree is going to start more marketing on her own with fliers in our friend's bed and breakfasts and the local restaurant. Maybe we can pick up some interest that way.
Brian is off to Japan for a week for work. He arrived there on Sunday. He is looking forward to the Ramen whatever that is. Maree wonders about Siobhan all alone there with the three little boys. Siobhan seems to have this Mom thing well in hand though, and she is home schooling Charlie. He is five and doing 3rd grade math on his own for fun and writing signs that he posts around the house. My favorite sign says "Stop Chickens." I would like to stop some chickens. I think that would be a fun game, but no one will let me near enough to catch them.
Speaking of animals, I saw deer outside of our fence the other day. It just ran by the yard on its way into the forest down the hill. I stood there looking and made one little, quiet growl. I didn't want it to hear me in case it was mean because it was very big with big antlers, and I don't think I wanted to make it mad at me. It was the second time I saw a deer within a week. A few nights before one jumped right out in front of our car when we were coming home from a dinner. Some nights I can smell the scent of the deer and the wild boar. I just stand there in the yard, nose up, smelling. Then I run and bark like crazy. I think that scares them away. I wish that my barking would also scare away the deer ticks. Maree says there never were deer ticks here before, but they are here now along with the deer. And, unfortunately, my long, luxurious fur, seems to have a magnetic attraction for the ticks.
Longing for a little bit of rain,
Your friend in Italy,
Dino the hot and thirsty
Hi, Sis, I hear the house is full of puppies again. Now we are really part of a huge family, 12 brothers and sisters by my count. Mom has sure been busy. I wish I was there to play with all of you. Instead, I am at the end of the earth where dog play is not encouraged. Every time I'm about to meet another dog the owner asks if I'm male. Well, I think it should be obvious, but because I am, they refuse to let their dogs near me. Dogs usually aren't neutered here, and so they're afraid their male dog will fight with me or I'll fight with him. I don't really know which. Interestingly, new research concluded that neutered dogs are more aggressive than non-neutered dogs. Who knows? All I know is I'm a lover not a fighter. I'll be very happy to come back to California to go to the dog park.
Of course, I won't be returning until our house sells, and there are lots and lots of houses for sale here. Many of them though aren't really what you would call a house. They are ruins, a pile of rocks, but people buy them and they pay 100,000 euro for them. There is one lady who is interested in buying our house, but it would need an annex built to meet her requirements. So, this is a long shot. But, more people are coming to see the house in June. Everyone who comes likes it, but there is always a problem. Mostly they don't like the fact that our little tiny white road bisects the property.
I think November has returned in Poggio San Marcello. Fog covers the hills and obscures the valleys. Everyday there is wind, rain and thunderstorms. I don't really mind the thunderstorms, but I miss the sunshine. Those little lizards don't come out in the rain, so it isn't any fun here in the rain.
It hasn't been much fun for me anyway lately because I was sick again - or at least I stopped eating again. So, I had to go to the vet. This time Jim and Maree took me to a different vet recommended by Luca's old vet who now practices in England. When the vet ran tests, he saw that my kidney values were a little high. Hopefully, when I go back next Tuesday they will be back to normal. Maree isn't sure whether all of this is stress because of all the people who have been by the house lately - I do really stress out jumping up and down and barking a lot - or if maybe it is a reaction to the heartgard or something else. The vet doesn't seem to know either. He recommended a hypoallergenic diet which I haven't tried yet, but I am a fussy eater anyway so I probably won't like it. In the meantime, I am eating people food when I decide to eat (lamb, steak, chicken and sweet potatoes which might be my new favorite food).
In the midst of all of these visits to the house, I had a grand adventure, but I don't think our neighbor Fabrizio was too happy about it. Every time Fabrizio arrives, I jump up and down and bark at him the entire time he is at his house. Fortunately, he never stays very long because he just comes to do some clean up or to check his solar panels. He doesn't live here. And when it is time for Fabrizio to leave, I run along the fence barking like a maniac and jumping up and down. (Did I mention that I can jump higher than the fence. I think I'm going to try out for the high jump in the doggie Olympics.) Well, on this day, when Fabrizio started to drive past our house, I jumped at the fence and one of the slats fell off. I didn't waste a second. I was through that gap in the fence and running at his car. I ran right out in front of his big SUV. I was going to stop that beast one way or another. Right about now, you are probably thinking that was pretty scary. Well, I wasn't scared. Obviously, I don't really understand cars. Are they a type of big dog? Some of them do seem to have a big, deep growl. Fortunately, Fabrizio saw what he described as a little white ball of fluff running toward him (that was me by the way), and he stopped the car. Once that car was stopped, I wasn't about to let it start up again. Every time he started to put his foot on the gas, I ran back in front of the car. Maree came outside to try to catch me. HA!HA! Like I would ever let that happen. I led her on a wild chase around and around the car. So here she was running around - still in her pajamas I might add - trying to grab me so Fabrizio and his father in law, who was in the car with him, could leave. But I was just having a great time running, darting to the left then the right, and then if the car started to move, I would run right back in front of it. Finally, Maree called Jim to help. Well, that was no better because he couldn't catch me either.
Fabrizio and his father in law meanwhile were in the car laughing at this debacle and all of my energy. But eventually, Fabrizio's father in law thought he could be more effective than Jim and Maree in capturing me, so he got out of the car with an umbrella. He pointed the umbrella at me. I thought this was a good game, and so I followed him and the umbrella which he would poke in my direction periodically. Eventually, he led me about ten to fifteen feet or so behind the car. That was Fabrizio's signal to go, and he floored the gas pedal. Maree was frantic thinking I was going to be squished all over the road as Fabrizio raced down the street. I started running, and by the time Fabrizio was at our neighbor's house, I had almost caught up with the car. I am very fast. But, when I got to the neighbor's house, I decided to turn around and run back home. After all, the man and the umbrella were still there to play with. At this point, I had lost sight of Fabrizio's car, and now his father in law started walking up the road to find him. This big adventure made me kind of thirsty, so I went in for some water. That kitchen door closed behind me as fast as could be. A few hours later, Jim was out in the yard with tools and screws fixing the fence. That fence is rather flimsy, so I am sure that one day I will be able to knock part of it down again unless Jim strengthens the entire thing. I'm ready for another car chase, but Jim and Maree are not.
In all of this ugly weather here, there is not much happening. But Maree did chance an encounter with the health care delivery system. She had an appointment with a doctor in a big medical center in Ancona for a checkup. So I had to ride in the car for forty five minutes to get there and then wait in the car with Jim for an hour and a half doing nothing, just twiddling my nonexistent thumbs. Maree said the medical part of the experience was good - but if you are modest, it will be a shock as they don't believe in any of those disposable cover-ups here. It's all au naturel just like at the vet. The worst part of the experience apparently, was trying to pay the bill which, just as so many things here, was bogged down in a bureaucratic morass.
After seeing the doctor, Maree was told to go and pay and then come back for her medical file. She was not given an invoice from the doctor to pay; she was supposed to tell the cashier what she was paying for. The "cassa", where you pay the bill, was half way across the medical center. When Maree arrived there it looked like entering the post office or bank with a row of tellers. She took a number, and when it was her turn, the cashier couldn't find her appointment or a bill on the computer. Finally the cashier asked for her codice fiscale (basically social security number). Apparently, the number they had on file was expired and did not match Maree's real number. Now the cashier was confused about how to proceed. She finally handed Maree the bill and told her to go back to the doctor and have the doctor sign it and then come back to pay. It was a long hike from the cassa to the doctor, and Maree trudged back there with the document for signature. The doctor's assistant took the paper and disappeared. In the meantime, the doctor appeared and gave Maree her medical record - patients keep their own records here - then they waited for her assistant to return. When the assistant returned, she gave Maree a document and told her to go back to the cassa and pay. But Maree would need to return to the doctor again to give the doctor the receipt so that she could copy the number from it. Again, Maree went off to the same cashier to pay. This time there were no problems - except of course, the language barrier. Bill paid, Maree followed the red line once more back to the doctor, waited for someone to appear from behind the closed door, handed over the receipt, waited for the assistant to take it and do whatever it was she did with it, and finally the receipt was returned to Maree. Now she was free to leave. Just in case you didn't know, this whole experience took place in Italian. The doctor did refer to her smart phone a couple of times during the process to do a translation.
According to the World Health Organization, Italy has one of the top health care systems in the world. The medical part was different than any experience in the US, but it seemed to do the right thing. The bureaucratic part, on the other hand, was crazy. Where is Kaiser when you need it?
Hoping all of your bureaucratic hassles are little ones.
Your Italian pal,
Happy Mothers' Day to Everyone, especially, Princess, my Mom.
This is my second spring. And it couldn't be more different than the first one. My first spring was spent in California dog parks with friends and daily walks. Now, I am relegated to a yard where nothing ever happens except when Fabrizio arrives next door, and I run and jump and bark at the fence. I bark and bark until he finally decides to leave. I have very strong vocal cords, and I regularly test their limits. Of course, there continues to be the lizards. They are entertaining, but there are so many more of them beyond the fence. So I continue to search for ways to get out of the yard. And I found a new one. It was great, Dino the Magnificent was back hunting his lizards, romping around the fields, exploring under the lavender bushes until Maree got smart. She brought out a very large, stale baguette, and when I saw it, I immediately had to have it. So, she threw it in the yard, and I ran after it. That was my mistake, because now I was back in the yard. And she had figured out where I was able to get out under the fence and closed the gap with an enormous planter box. I've been looking for a new escape route, but so far, I haven't found one. I guess I'll just have to dig my way out like those prisoners in the movies do.
During the past two weeks, my normal tranquil life has been upset by lots of activity at the house, and lots more opportunities to bark and jump up and down. I get sooooo excited when anyone comes to the door. I think I almost passed out from all of the excitement a couple of times. Jim and Maree are both really embarrassed to have a dog who is so ill mannered. But then again, I am pretty cute and cuddly.
Last week, the man who does the annual checkup of the heater came. Then Giuseppe came a few times. One time he brought Vito, Maree and Jim's friend from Puglia. (Maree and Jim visited Vito and his wife Anna in Puglia about four years ago with Giuseppe, Graziella and another of Giuseppe's American friends from Philadelphia.) Then there was a man who might be our new gardener - actually, he has come twice now. I think I like him. I got to jump all over him, and he didn't mind it one bit. Jim is so very happy to be rid of Mario our old gardener. He cut our olive trees back so much that everyone who comes to visit comments on it and says he ruined our trees. Our new gardener says they will never get big now, and someone else commented that it will take three years for us to get any oil. Maree, who is a real tree hugger, is devastated.
Several people have come to look at the house to buy it. First there was an Italian man. He liked the house but not road. Then there were the Dutch people. We don't know anything about them because Jim and Maree took me to the beach in Senigallia for lunch and a walk while they came to see the house. That way they didn't have to endure my naughty behavior. Then there was another Italian lady from Milan. She really liked the house and said she would have made an offer if there was an annex for a caretaker. We're putting her in touch with Giuseppe to see if he can convince her he can build her an annex. Giuseppe is a master builder and knows his way around the byzantine bureaucracy that is Italy. And, he works fast. Another person is scheduled to see the house later in the month. I sure hope someone buys it, and I can come back to my friends and the dog park. Italy is pretty, but I miss my California life and California weather.
Maree has been assiduously working on her book about Italy and buying the house here. She'll be sending it out to friends to read and comment on within the next few weeks. I'll be glad when that is done then perhaps she can spend more time with me. Maybe I wouldn't be so bad if I got more attention. Then again, maybe I already get more attention than any other ten dogs combined. I am a very high maintenance guy.
We had Easter at Giuseppe and Graziella's house with Giuseppe and Graziella, two of their children, a Dutch couple who live in Le Marche about half of the year, and Jim and Maree's German friends, Udo and Renate, who just arrived from Germany. I was on my best behavior just sitting on the floor next to Maree. Everyone seemed to love the lunch, but I didn't get to try even a bite of it. Graziella made a quiche like appetizer to go with the antipasti platters and marinated vegetables, then there was pasta with a pesto, followed by a Marche style meatloaf, a Moroccan chicken dish and vegetables. Graziella always likes to try new recipes, but Giuseppe is not enthused about tasting non Italian dishes. Maree made an orange almond cake that she took for dessert.
This past Monday night there were a lot of candles lit in our house. No, it was not a religious holiday - Easter Monday was the week before. It was because our electricity kept cutting out. It all started that morning. Jim went out to the box outside and flipped the switch, and the lights went back on for a minute. But as soon as he got back in the house, they went off again. This kept going on for about an hour. Then Jim noticed a message on the box that when translated apparently said that we had 15% power. Hum, in Italy when you don't pay your bill, they start cutting back your power instead of just turning it off. Of course, there is never any written warning about this happening, so now we could run a few lights but nothing like the washing machine, dish washer or microwave. Jim tried to call the company to see what the problem was. When he looked at their on line site, it didn't show that we had any outstanding bills, and we had paid the last bill we received. After trying to call about ten times and never being able to get through, Jim was frustrated and gave up. It was now after business hours. So he tried to find more information on line. Unfortunately, the company's customer service website was not functioning.
The next day, he asked our friend Cristina for help. She finally got through to the company and learned that we did indeed have an outstanding bill. When Jim put on his detective hat, he discovered the bill had been sent via email and went directly into the SPAM folder. There is a bank site that apparently lets you pay utility bills on line, and he tried to do this. The site asked for a codice number, and Jim tried every number on the bill and none of them would work. So, that afternoon he tried to go to the bank, which is open for one hour in the afternoon, to pay the bill. Well, on Tuesdays, the bank does not do money transfers for bill payments. Jim was directed to the COOP, a major super market where you can pay your utility bills. Arriving at the COOP, however, Jim was told they only do the bill payments in the morning. So, Jim returned home and tried again to go on line. The customer service site was still not working. After three days, the customer service site was finally working, but Jim couldn't pay the bill there because he didn't have an Italian credit card. So, finally, he found an IBAN code for the utility company (did I say this is a new utility company that we have only had for a couple of months and there is no IBAN number on the bills). And with this he was able to complete a bank transfer and pay the bill on line.
What can I say. It's Italy. You have to love it or die of frustration.
Hoping your frustrations are small ones. Ciao from Italy.
Dino, a California dog hoping to return home soon
I am Maree, the voice of Dino - or at least I am the one who does the typing. For more information about me and my life in Italy, you can follow me at theproseccoproject.com.