I mentioned to the dog that I was orchestrating a worldwide campaign to find a name with him. I acknowledged that I probably should have asked his permission first, but that he didn’t seem too talkative. He concurred, but he added that he’d like to say a few words to you guys, and he asked that I post the following for him:
Dear Straight Dope Gang,
My owner Dan told me you guys were trying to come up with a name for me. I appreciate it. You see, I seem to have suffered some sort of memory loss. I can’t really remember who I am or where I came from. I think I’m still in shock over being sprung from the big house, but to tell the truth I’m not sure who owned me last or what they called me. I think I was on the lam for a few weeks before the shelter found me.
Let me tell you what I do know. I’m a movie fan, and my favorites are Wag the Dog and My Dog Skip. That Skip sure can act! I almost thought he was a terrier, like the video box says, but I think such a great acting feat could only be pulled off by a beagle.
I like music, too, but you may be surprised to learn that Snoop Dogg is not one of my favorites. I’m more a Three Dog Night kinda pooch.
I know I must be a hit with the ladies, too. My owner says I’m a chick magnet. I’m glad to know I serve some purpose in his pathetic little life. Ha, ha. Just kidding there, Dan.
Hey, here’s a little tidbit you guys might not know. When a dog is in stir, he marks the days he’s been in there by scratching the wall with his toenails. Yeah, don’t act so surprised - we can count. That’s how we know seven human years is roughly equal to one dog year.
Anyway, thanks again for everyone’s help. I’m adjusting to real life very nicely. I’m walking my master to death, but dammit, I need my exercise. He needs to get me some toys to play with, though. See if you can talk to him about that.
Well, gotta run. ALF’s on, and anything that eats cats is okay by me.
Yours very truly,
The Dog.