I started running again this week. Very painfully and lugubriously, since it's been over 4 years since I could call myself a runner (the glorious past).
At the end of my jog today I saw that my neighbor was out monkeying around in his garage--and I hadn't introduced myself yet, so it was the perfect opportunity to meet!
Rog (not real name) grew up around GR and went to Western for school, now he's living next to me with his partner B.J. (not real name either!) in Hudsonville. Rog has a great story. He drives bus and does various and sundry other work at a GR area school. He's even owned a furniture company already! Nbd, just a super handy sound & audio engineer that knows his way around furniture and is super handy. Oh, and he's an opera singer with an epic beard! Holy jack of all trades Batman!
Anyway, Rog has a couple beautiful little rescue dogs--a pug named Molly and a brindle Boston Terrier (not sure on name...). The pug has the greatest and most interesting story I've heard in a while.
Rog wanted two male dogs, so he didn't have to deal with any shenanigans. So he bought Molly, a male dog. Molly's jewels never dropped though. It turns out that Molly had BOTH sets of parts! After some surgeries she is now essentially a female, with no real defects (unusual for hermaphrodites).
Rog said they decided to get the surgery and let her decide what she wanted to be. I guess she alternates behaviors sometimes with respect to bodily function, but tends to gravitate toward being a female.
That was too cool of a story not to write up. Plus it turns out I have some sweet neighbors!
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