A weird Dog walk

I was walking Wilber, my Vizsla, today, and it was an odd one. I followed the usual route, down towards the nearest green area (stalkers denied), and Wilbs was being very well behaved, as normal. All of a sudden, a grey merc pulls up next to me on the pavement, and the window winds down.

Now, being me, I immediately assume that I was about to get kidnapped, and would wake up in eastern Europe once they were done mugging me. Unfortunately for my mother, this wasn't the case, so I still get to leave dirty cups on the side. 

What the people in the car ACTUALLY wanted was to know was 'az ee been doon', which I soon translated as to them enquiring whether Wilbs still had his bollocks. I informed the disappointed couple in the Mercedes that my dog was unfortunately parted with his scrotum several months prior, a fact that wilber helpfully demonstrated by licking the spot where his pair used to reside, for the entirity of the encounter.

As it turns out, the couple also had a Viszla (She ees ein Beetch!), and were looking for a mate, so that they could have 'Menny Veesla Beebees'. I wished the downcast pair luck in their search for a functioning set of testes, and continued my walk.