Most of the time people assume that Goose is a boy. She is, of course, a girl.
A typical conversation goes like this:
“Hey,” says person, “what kind of dog is he?”
“She,” I say, “is a lab/mountain dog mix, or something.”
“Oh, cool. She’s a good looking dog.”
Then this last weekend, Goose met my friend’s cock-a-poo, who is a boy dog. Goose promptly mounted him from behind. I was a little embarrassed.
All this made me think of the old Replacements song, Androgynous:
“Now, something meets Boy, and something meets Girl. They both look the same. They’re overjoyed in this world. Same hair, revolution, Unisex, evolution. Tomorrow who’s gonna fuss.”