Un-expected English speakers...

It's interesting - or maybe it's Murphy's Law.
Whenever I hope someone speaks English - they speak enough for us to get by or none at all.
Whenever I assume that someone doesn't speak English - it turns out they do.
In example: Yesterday I walked home after having tea and some grocery shopping time with Kikka and that was fine. V�in� and I walked across the frozen duck pond and saw a tall man with his beautiful chocolate spaniel. The dog was lunging towards me but in a friendly way and the guy didn't know if I was okay with dogs or not. I smiled at him and said, "hei" (which sounds like Hey and means same thing) to the dog. I crouched down and the man let the dog come near me and he just sniffed my hands and licked them. With V�in� on my chest he also smelled the baby but was more interested in my hands - I suppose because I picked a lot of groceries and had sushi for lunch.
I began to talk to the dog in English, "I have 2 doggies too but they're bigger than you are."
And boom - holy embarrassment. The guy says: "Oh really? What breeds? How old? This is Pikko - he is 1 year and 2 months old."
So we chatted a bit and then went our separate ways. Way to go Dominique - sometimes I feel so rude for not speaking to the owners - but I usually assume they don't speak a lot (if any) of English.

Today the mailman came by a little late but that's okay as I'm cleaning like crazy. I got a wedding invitation for a wedding I can't make it to (will be in Greece) and a phone book!! I'll have to take pictures of it later.
Anyways - that's fine. I'm cleaning and I thought I heard the door bell but wasn't sure. Loki confirmed it by leaping off the bed where he was snuggled up with V�in� napping, and stood by the door with his ears perked. I don't have a peephole here - which is unfortunate at times. So I lifted the mail slot flap and indeed did see a person there.
I opened the door, not expecting anybody, and the lady started jabbering to me in Finnish. Meanwhile, Loki tried to lunge for her (not her throat - just her in general) - and I quickly hauled him back and pulled the "I'm sorry - I don't speak Finnish"and backed away. She then says (with fire-y red hair and Sarah Palin glasses) : "Oh I can speak in English! I am Jehovah Witness - would you like to meet us?"
I advised her politely, No I'm not interested thank you. She says (insert Blue lunging at her now...) "Oh well do you know who we are?"
"Oh yes I am very aware of who you are - we're just not interested. Thanks."
She smiled and didn't press - bonus points for her and kindly left.

I have to give her props though - her English was great and she didn't budge while I was straining to hold the dogs back by their collars. It must've been her black skirt - they love to shed on black clothing.