Monday, August 18, 2008
And their names are....
My wife hates it when I do it when she's with us but, for quite some time now, I lie, quite pathologically, when strangers ask the names of our dogs.
I've been through most of the famous TV and movie pairs: Butch and Sundance, Starsky and Hutch, Tango and Cash, Laverne and Shirley, James West and Artimus Gordon (one of my favorites); for a while I'd use the name of US Presidents and Vice Presidents, especially the obscure ones. Theodore Roosevelt and Charles Fairbanks once lasted almost two weeks..
Musical duos was a popular phase; Peter and Gordon, Chad and Jeremy, Ashford and Simpson, Lee Hazlewood and Nancy Sinatra (one of my favorites).
I try to change the names every day or two. Sometimes we go out already prepared, increasingly however, I find I enjoy the excitement of improvisation.
Earlier today I took them to the park and a woman with a small dog asked "What are their names?"
"Fuckwaffle and Carlotta," I replied.
Then I quickly explained, "They were rescue dogs and had those names when they came to us. We tried to get them to accept new ones but they just don't seem to get it." I smiled helplessly.
She offered a number of tips on how to introduce new names. I thanked her and we moved on.
I feel a philosophical phase coming on.
I think I'll go see if Adorno and Horkheimer want a cookie.