(Wednesday) I was waiting at the doctor’s office yesterday when someone came in with a cute mid-size dog in tow. What breed of dog is he? I asked. I couldn’t make out what the man was saying, but did not want to ask again. And at home my on-line searches for dog breeds called cay-son or kashun produced nothing.
(Today, Thursday) I find myself in another office building and purely by coincidence there is a dog book on the coffee table. Alright! Let me see if I can spot the dog I saw yesterday, I thought. And there it was : a keeshond. What threw me completely off the scent was the Dutch pronunciation of ‘kayz-hond’. In my native Afrikaans we say ‘keeshond’ as in ‘leery’.
