Tonight a friend of ours was over and, like a gazillion people before, he (over and over again) called Nico – who’s a her - a he.
And again, dude, she’s a she, not a he.
I think it was a mindless, innocent statement, impulsively made during a brief moment where he caught Nico off guard and was able to give her a loving pat on the head while he muttered, ‘How ya doin, boy.”
Nico inner monologue:
BOY!? I’m fuzzy, blonde and cute.
Do I look. like. a. boy.?
Seriously, dude, she’s all feminine and shit.
Stop calling her a he, him or boy.
You can call her a he or him sometimes and I won’t take offense.
You have a good excuse.
Good question, Rebecca; Nico is a Wheaten Terrier mix.
Listening to: Something weird - courtesy of James