Another day, another dog-walker. This one spoke very little English, but he asked questions. I tried to return the favour.
'What type of dog is it?' I asked, but there was no response. I don't know why I thought this would be any easier to understand, but I then asked,
'What breed?' at which the man pulled up the dog's hindparts and showed me where his bollocks used to be. He made some attempt at 'snippy, snippy', although I think he said, 'cutty'.
I could imagine this being some kind of ancient Chinese insult, like on those HSBC TV ads, where different cultures find it insulting to see the soles of someone's feet and so forth.
Sleepy thought this could be surreal, quite my favourite of the realities, so I had a little wander there.
We were always told that those small dogs were bred as lap dogs, but I can picture the ancient Chinese, all long moustaches, pigtails and silk pyjamas, walking around with small, neutered male dogs under one arm, revealing their debollockedness as a way of saying, 'fuck you, ignorant peasant!' The practice only ceased when Communism started and 'ignorant peasant' was no longer a slight.
Yep, that's all I've got, a recycled convo from earlier ;)
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2 comments:
Maybe he is so used to being asked the gender of the dog his poor english meant he just assumed!
I'm liking the idea of the 'Brotherhood Of The Slit Knackers'... Rather like the Passions Of The Cut Sleeve.
Hahahahaha!!!! I like it too :))
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