If I had known sooner how easily misconstrued this little term of endearment could be, I may not have chosen it for my dog but I used it once and it just stuck. Kahlúa’s little compared to my human girl, Zoë, who is 5’7″ and growing fast at 12 years of age. She’s certainly darker, too. Zoë is roughly the same colour as a wet napkin. Paler, actually.
Naturally, one might infer that I call Zoë “The Big White One.” They’d be right – but in a multicultural city such as my native Vancouver, these are really not the safest of monikers. “The Little Brown One” is certainly not something I should utter in mixed company. So, for now, we reserve it for around the house, and not without hilarious results. One has to be more than just a little thick-skinned and P.C-resistant to live in my house. Irreverance is pretty much standard procedure around here.