D: I’m never speaking to Butch again.
D: Don’t even mention his name.
D: Very tricky! I don’t want to talk about it.
D: I can’t believe what he did to me. Continue reading “Didi Dialogue – 59: “Dignity, Always Dignity””
G: Have you got a couple of minutes?
D: For you Chubs, we’re talking three.
G: You and Beatrice have been together a lot lately.
D: Uh-huh. Feeling kind of lonely are you?
G: No, but I think we should talk about the birds and the bees.
D: Cool! Beatrice and I just talked about that the other day.
G: You did?
D: Yeah. We were lying side by side under a palm tree in Tsiporen Gardens.
D: Well, she asked me what I knew about the birds and the bees.
G: Whoa! That was pretty blunt. What’d you say?
D: I said I recognized hoopoes, but didn’t know anything about bees.
G: Oh. OK…what’d she say to that?
D: She said birds are bigger than bees and they don’t sting.
G: Wow! You guys are like perfect for each other.
D: I know. Is there something you want to add to the birds and bees thing?
G: Nah! I think we’re done.
D: I want to ask you something; and feel free to say no.
D: Can I take Beatrice to Rio for the Olympics?
D: OK…would you buy us two tickets to Rio for Bayit Clavi’s convention?
G: What? No.
D: Alright…can I visit Jen in São Paulo, with a layover in Rio?
D: My long distance learning teacher. Elle est très gentille.
G: Um, what is she teaching you?
D: The history of the Olympics and Brazilian culture.
D: Tchah! OK…will you rent “Flying Down to Rio” for Beatrice and me?
G: Kulfi…you two’ve been watching a lot of movies lately, but…yes.
D: And popcorn – two bags?
G: Yes, and yes.
D: Boo-ya!! Extra salt and butter, please. We’ll be in your study.
G: Is all that stuff in the living room yours?
D: Yep. Training gear.
G: Training gear for what?
D: The Olympics. Butch is our coach.
G: I hate to tell you this, but…uhh…dogs aren’t in the Olympics.
D: Au contraire. We’ve got our own games.
G: You’re kidding, right?
D: Nope. There’s the Doggie Olympics in Fort Collins, Colorado…
D: …and the North Carolina State University’s Dog Olympics…
D: …and my own personal favorite – the Woofstock Dog Festival.
G: Now you’ve got to be kidding.
D: Wrongo schnucki. By the way, can we enter the pet/parent look alike contest?
G: It won’t work. My beard’s gray and white and black. Your fur is…OK. Fine.
D: Yesss!! We’ve got a winner.
See “The Dog Olympics” by Kim Boatman in “The Dog Daily”: http://www.thedogdaily.com/happy/play/dog_olympic_events/index.html
For Woofstock see https://woofstock.ca/
D: Well what?
G: What do you mean well what? The party, of course.
D: Oh, that. We’re talking —- Wonderfulestifical!!!
G: I take it you had a good time? Like mega?
D: Yep! Started with a run through the fountain of colored lights.
G: Ooh! That’s very nice.
D: Then sunbathing and snacks at the Tsiporen Garden Sandpit.
G: Wow! And Beatrice?
D: A landsman. Border Collie. By the way, it’s ‘BAY-a-TREE-chay.’
G: How about I just call her Bee?
D: Duh. Sure Andy. Her parents were big on Dante.
G: Progressive Metal band from Germany, right?
D: Hopeless. You know that? You’re just hopeless.
G: Ouch. You prefer Iron Maiden? Metallica? Megadeth?
D: Ding ding ding. Can I get some help over here?
For Dante the poet’s Beatrice, see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beatrice_Portinari