I was walking Samson and Baxter the other night around 1030 pm. Since Samson is arthritic and old we are not able to walk far, mostly walking a short 1/2 block in front of our unit. Being a densely packed Chicago neighborhood we frequently run into neighbors and people just passing by. I do my best to acknowledge each person with at least a hello or a head nod but after awhile it gets old and I just pretend that the activity of my dog taking a wee takes up my complete attention. Its terrible, I realize.
This particular night I came across an older women and her grown son. She had an accent, not sure where from but my guess would be Poland. I did my normal half grin and nod when she began to carry on about my 2 adorable doggies,
"Oohhh my goodness, these 2 adorable doggies...how old"Me:
"This is Samson, he is 14. The other is Baxter and he is 4"Polish Lady:
"Ohhh, a lit'l old man... Blusp blah ogin impim"
After 35 years of life, I've learned never to feel bad about asking people to repeat themselves, so confidently I asked
"Blusp balh ogin impin"Me:
"Blusp balh ogin impim....ogin impin...OJ seehmpson"
I slowly realized she was comparing my dog to OJ Simpson. For what reason I have no idea. Samson looks nothing like OJ Simpson and certainly has never killed anyone. I chalked the conversation up to communication breakdown but realized she was coming from a good place and wanted to share her good situation with me......by suggesting my dog resembles a cold blooded killer.
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