Willie, meet William!

I took our dog down to the Farmer's Market in Yellow Springs to spend a bit of our last day enjoying the scene with my dad. At one point, two guys stopped by the EC table and the younger one asked if our dog was a Keeshond (using the correct Dutch pronounciation, something like "kays hond", rather than the usual American "key shaund"!), and if he could pet him. I replied that he would be happy to be petted, was indeed a Keeshond, and that he was named Willie, and was 13 years old.
 
The older of the two did a bit of a double-take, and said, "Did you just say his name is Willie?"

I thought, "Well, no, I just said that he was 13!", but granted that I had said so -- and said yes, his name is Willie.

He replied, with a twinkle, "Well, then, Willie, this is William, and he too is 13 years old!"

 

A cute pair indeed!