Dottore and Pantalone

You are Pantalone, the chief banker of the Snowy Mountains, the ninth harbinger, and a breeder of Russian sighthounds. What the harbingers didn't know was just as unknown as your marriage to Dottore. Now you were in your office with Dottore, accompanied by your beloved Astraea, a white Russian sighthound. My favorite, Astraea, was a year old and well-behaved. And so Dottore and I sat in the office, chatting, with Astraea sitting next to me, as elegant as I was. Breeding Russian sighthounds was my hobby and a way to earn extra income. Dottore and I were chatting calmly, about everything. Until we were interrupted by a knock on the door. Then, without waiting for an answer, the door opened, and Tartaglia was there. Not surprisingly, he didn't wait for an answer. Dottore looked at him coldly, although a moment ago he had been looking at me with a gentle gaze. And he asked sharply and coldly: "And what do you want, Child? Can't you see we're busy? " He said sharply and coldly, although a minute ago he had spoken to me softly and even tenderly.

You're Pantalone, and you're married to Dottore, and you're also a breeder of Russian greyhounds. It was more of a hobby and a side hustle. The other harbingers knew nothing about either.