There's usually also some withdrawel twitching as well.
At a vet hospital, gender is very important to our clients.
Me: What's his name?
Them: (derisive glare) It's a girl. >:(
What do they want me to say?
Me: What's its name?
|Good Toaster! You good Toaster, you!|
This puts me in the unenviable postion of trying to sound appropriatly adoring and gushy about their pet while avoiding the use of a prounound.
It just feels awkward.
What's even worse is that we have tall counters and can't always see the pet...so I don't even know if it's a dog or a cat. I'm still working at the "be nice and sensitive because it's my job" thing, so more often than I'd like, I say:
"What kind of animal do you have?"
People don't like to hear their pet called an animal. Go figure.
Saying "What the name of your little one?" can work...unless the "little one" is a 150lb Saint Bernanrd. Then you have to play it off with "ha ha haaaa....not so little then huh." and try and smile your way out of it.
What's the most annoying, Fifi and I have decided, is the Client who names their dog something androgenous in the worst way. They take wicked pleasure in watching you struggle and inwardly cackle in glee when you get it wrong and they can pounce.
Me: What's this one's name?
Me: (thinking furiously and makes a pained guess) He's so cute!
Them: (smirking I am sure) Taco's a girl (you numbscull, can't you see the delicate angle of her jaw????)
You can't win.