So we strolled through the National Gallery today amid throngs of schoolchildren taking guided tours of the paintings and offering astute observations about each one (very Charlotte Masonian). In one room, a guide explained this Mattia Preti work, The Marriage at Cana, to several youngsters:
He pointed out the dog in the left lower corner, remarking at how it stared at them from the painting. He then said, “You know, we can’t tell whether a dog is a girl or a boy just by looking at it. So can someone give me a name that would work for either?”
The first boy to speak was inaudible, but the guide’s response revealed all: “Oh no, well, you can’t very well call a dog ‘Unisex,’ now, can you?”
I’ve been cracking up all day just thinking about it.