Personal trauma time. Dog and duck in the same sentence.
Memories of being in China and, having just finished a plate of meat, asked what it was.
Me, horrified : Dog?
Answer : Yes.
Me, about to throw-up : You mean dog? Bow-wow?
Interlocutor now looking confused, answers "No. I mean DOG quack quack."
Me, very relieved that it was duck.
Mind you, our taboos of what we eat are probably close-minded all the same.
Thanks for the reminder of temporary personal trauma, Duo!
Great story! Now to lower the level: I was in Beijing over 30 years ago with German friends, functioning as a (poor) interpreter, when we met a slick young man who spoke remarkably good German, much better than my Chinese. He showed us around and then asked if he would like to enjoy Peking Duck. One of us had had a bit too much of it the night before, and so we politely declined the offer. He then smirked and said that he was referring to "lebendige Enten": living ducks...My friends were a bit slow on the uptake but then they too got it. We were and are all solid family men--and furthermore had no desire to fall into a honeytrap...(We weren't politicians!)