I took my new German Shepherd, Ari, to the local park, and we noticed a nice-looking family of a father, his children, and their German Shepherd. Figuring that Ari would welcome a playmate from the Home Country, we went over to introduce ourselves. Turns out, though, that only one of the girls admitted to knowing English. Humph.
I’m sorry. I well realize I’m not the first to notice that phenomena, but, damnit, even dogs can communicate universally. It’s just basic sense that, if you move your family to another country, you should expect to learn the language! Say what you will about me, I feel like it’s Rome, 405 AD.