Saturday, October 18, 2008
I wrote about this on my business blog, but I thought I'd go into more detail here. Daren felt sorry for one of his Russian colleagues, Vlad from his company's Moscow office and invited him to our house party. Vlad fell in love with my black lab, Jezebel. He kept calling her Putin's dog and a good KGB dog.
Vlad was a hard core communist and just had all of our guests in stitches. He's a short pudgy guy, and was wearing a short workout type sweatshirt that said Superfit. His big gut would hang out a bit when he moved his arms. He kept making snarky comments about America and how we had ruined Russia with capitalism.
Part way through the night there was a big commotion and Daren had to break up a fight between Vlad and our friend Leny. Leny was getting married the following week and Vlad told Leny a real man would have better control over their wife. Leny's wife kept her maiden name and Vlad didn't approve. Vlad didn't help himself earlier in the night when he was bad mouthing the Polish, which he knew Leny's dad was.
I really wish I had pictures of Vlad from that night. It was surreal. Daren and I still occasionally call Jezebel Putin's dog.

