Dear Kid,
Puppy: Tell me a story
Me: I just told you a story
Puppy: More?
Me: What kind of a story?
Puppy: My name, tell me about my name
Me: Well, let’s see. When we got you from the shelter, your name was Pluto
Puppy: I had the wrong name
Me: Well, we thought it was the wrong name
Puppy: So you gave me the right name
Me: Not right away. We knew we had to find the right name, but we weren’t sure what it was.
Puppy: What did you call me?
Me: Sometimes we called you Puppy, sometimes I called you Baby.
Puppy: Because I’m your baby
Me: You will always be my baby
Puppy: Yes
Me: Then we started thinking about names. We came up with lots of names, but we just couldn’t agree. We made lists and we talked about it and thought about it and just couldn’t come up with the right name.
Puppy: Then what happened?
Me: After about three weeks, we finally decided that no one could leave the dinner table until we’d figured out your name
Puppy: And you named me Booker
Me: and we named you Booker
Puppy: And we lived Happily Ever After
Me: Absolutely
Puppy: I love you
Me: I love you too, Puppy
Puppy: Now scratch my tummy
Love, Mom
For more puppy conversations see Puppy Conversations and Food Observations, Spring Puppy Conversations, New Puppy Conversations, Winter WonderPuppy | Baby It’s Cold Outside, Puppy Conversations Translated for the College Kid, Puppy Conversations and FIFA World Cup Soccer, Puppy Conversations and the Joy of Quirkiness, and Puppy Conversations| In the Beginning
I love your writing.
Dog #1- found at a shelter, sitting in her cage with a pacifier. Thought she was a sweet docile little girl who never barked. Then we learned that she had multiple phobias (great for a psychiatrist)—white vans, roads, Black men (not women)….Once we realized how neurotic she was we batted around a bunch of names- Neurosis, Anna (Freud), and finally settled on Synapse- because she apparently had only one.
Loved that dog.
Love the name Synapse. And Love that you found the perfect furry friend