I appreciate that this is apparently self-evident from the picture. But itâ€™s not just a noun, itâ€™s a proper noun as â€œDog” the Dog remains unnamed until a new owner takes him on.
I wanted to be that new owner. Dog is a min-murf really, extremely placid, friendly and eater of anything. Indeed closer examination of the picture reveals a fat belly caused by snout-down thievery of his mumâ€™s food bowl earlier that morning.
My argument for two dogs is simple; itâ€™s like kids â€“ two arenâ€™t really more difficult that one, they can amuse one and other, theyâ€™ll look after you when youâ€™re old and occasionally do something useful like unloading the dishwasher*
Carolâ€™s position is somewhat contrary to this. She tells me if we add another dog to the household, then- one second later – a wife shall be subtracted from same household. Iâ€™m trying to think of this as her starter for a negotiating position.
But it seems as if Dog will remain un-named and unclaimed for a while longer. Unless I can smuggle him under cover of darkness, and pretend weâ€™ve just bought a big kitten. â€œBarking? Yes, they all do that, quite the new thing!â€
* I didnâ€™t say it was a good argument