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Kids or Canines Out of Context

4466828599_55276559f3_zWhen you become a parent, you are known as being “so-and-so’s parent”.  It’s natural, it happens, that’s how folks know you in context.

Therefore, when you’re known as your dog’s family, it doesn’t seem like too much of a leap.

On Columbus Day, our family was out and about, strolling with Misha and Grisha, our two Scotties.  They were revelling in our multi-cultural family, and the fact that Benedetto came from an Italian family, as did Cristoforo Colombo (Christopher Columbus), not to come-curare-un-scottish-terrier_2da649d573a6a6c50dd8f67a0a3ef95emention Giovanni Cabotto (John Cabot), another 15th century navigator and explorer. Hailing from a Russian-American-Italian family, the little guys’ ears are always open to other languages.

At least this is what they tell me when we snuggle on the couch at night.

So we were walking along, the girls taking charge of the two Scotties, while the boys discussed weighty international events, such as why one boy’s tennis shoes wear out after a month of very little physical activity, while the other more athletic brother keeps his in good shape for four to six months of very heavy athletic use.

tab1It was then that Misha and Grisha were seen winking from under their bushy eyebrows at some pretty pedestrians of the Russian persuasion.  Within no time, the ladies bent down asking the dogs’ type of breed and names.

“Misha ee Grisha,” Sashenka replied.

“Kak?” the first lady wondered if she heard correctly.

“Yevoh zavut Misha, ah yevoh zavut Grisha,” Mashenka reinforced in Russian without missing a beat.

The two ladies blinked, their male companions smiling, standing nearby, and comprehending so much more from afar.  They knelt down to pet the delightful doggies, still wondering if they had heard correctly.  It was so out of context to glimpse two Scotties with Russian names, on an American holiday dedicated to an Italian explorer, with two attractive American teen girls conversing in Russian.

Their mother (that would be moi) joined in the fun when the ladies thought the dogs might be afraid.scottish-terrier-2

“No, they’re not afraid, they love the attention,” I laughed in Russian.

“They see the other dogs and become too excited,” Sashenka continued.

“Ohn starsheh?” the second woman asked if Misha was the oldest.

“Dah,” we acknowledged as children gathered to see if they could pet them, too.

“All the best,” we wished the Russians as they went their way, still mesmerized by the encounter.

A shopkeeper emerged out of a shop and asked us if we knew where a couple of women with another cute dog could eat nearby.  In this context, we were pegged as the local Tourist-with-Dog Welcome Center.

scottish-terrierWe immediately mentioned a bakery that would probably allow dogs to dine at some of their picturesque, outdoor tables.  For some odd reason, we knew that they had doggy biscuits for free by their front door….

I wondered how many onlookers develop their own story about us (and vice-versa-!) when they see us, our children, or our fur-children.  For instance, we have Scottish Terriers, but we speak Russian—shouldn’t we have Russian Wolfhounds? 

Our children are also all-American, but can mix and mingle with those from many backgrounds and languages.  Does that mean that they’re not fully American?

Context can be confusing, but as long as we remain open and friendly to those around us, lovely interactions are ours for the asking, or the wagging.


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  1. avatar SML says:

    Open and friendly should never prove wrong! Love to read of you adventures, even when including the 4 legged family members! Woof! Woof! I’m sure they’ll understand that lingo too. 🙂

    • avatar admin says:

      They love doggy language most of all! And the oldest, Misha, got to meet an older Scotty lady friend on the same day. She was not groomed or bathed as much as he, her owner deciding to practice the grooming technique of ripping/tugging out the Scotty hair rather than cutting it (yikes! rather Barbarian, but some do this…), and it looked as though it hadn’t been thinned in some time. But Misha was wagging his tail and enjoying getting to know her.

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