Sorry for the lack of posts. I've been suffering from some sort of midlife trauma that has taken me off course. Cousin is here now though and life seems to be moving back to some sort of normal, whatever that is.
Yesterday Nine, Big and I wandered over to our local coffee shop for French Sodas (them raspberry and cherry and me cherry/lime) when Big noticed a dalmation and his pal with their human owners a couple of tables down.
Big: Are those guys yours?
The stranger: Yeah. Is that woman yours? (pointing at me)
Big: Yeah. That's my woman!
I was surprised. He often identifies me as a boy. . .