I was reading The Pioneer Woman today, as I often do while I eat my lunch at work and she had written about all of the things she calls her basset hound, Charlie, other than Charlie. Sounds familiar, I thought.
I do this constantly with my dog, Fischer. Over the course of his 12 years, he’s been called, variously:
- Brown Pants
- Boo Dog
I think I’ve used half of those in the past week. Hmmm.
I wonder, sometimes, if I’m giving him an identity crisis.