A Spanglish Lesson
me, Mavis studied Spanish in college -- and did quite well, thank you -- but testing well on that particular grammar usage does not mean one will hold up conversationally. So, I sometimes try to resurrect my very limited knowledge when Junior wanders over to help me in the garden.
During our last chat, we somehow got on the subject of dogs. Junior told me that he and his father are both allergic to dogs. This was a surprise as I remember him playing with my Ma's "Ami" for hours during a visit several years ago, and I remembered that his uncle has also visited here with his Golden Retriever. So, I questioned ....
me: Really? Gosh, what about your Uncle Juan? (spoken in my lame accent as "Wan")
me: You know, your Dad's sister's husband ... they watched your house when you went to the DR a few years ago ... they have a big golden dog?
me: "Wan", Junior ... your Uncle!? Remember, he comes to visit with the big golden dog!?!
Junior: OH! You mean Juan (spoken in lovely Spanish accent "Hu-an")
me: YES! "Wan" -- what about his dog? I didn't think you were allergic to that dog?
Junior: No. I'm only allergic to dogs that haven't had their shots.
Maybe Dad is smart in another way too.
Beau thinks dogs are too loud for good sleeping.
Wally would rather play with his scratching pad than even think about dogs.
DH and 'Bella only have eyes for each other.