What's in a Name?

Sometimes I think we have mis-named Emme. She should be called "Timex" because she is such a good watch dog. She loves to sit on the back of the couch and survey the activity of the neighborhood. She does the rolling growl and barks to let us know everything that is happening within her eyesight.

In the evenings, Rudy usually lies down beside Ken's chair as we read or watch TV. He stays there until he has to go outside to take care of business. Then he comes an lays his head on my lap and looks beseechingly at me. I kid that I should be called "Charmin" because he comes to me when he has to go.

I believe that Rudy should have been named "Weather." We always say that you have to take the weather forecasts with a huge grain of salt because the people on the Weather Channel lie. They say "sun" and it rains. They predict rain and it is bone dry. Rudy lies, too. When he wants to go out to play, he will tell us he has to go outside to take care of business. He barks to go outside and we say "Do you have to hurry up?" He barks as if it is an emergency. We put the collar on to take him outside and he doesn't want to go. He wants to go out without the collar and leash to play ball. He lies to get us to the door.

Maybe instead of writing about Emme and Rudy, I should be writing about Timex and Weather.