Brian C. Russell

There’s something in a dog’s brain that makes them want to stink.  I’ve written about this fact before, about Washing Your Dog, but there’s something I find interesting about the process where they are walking, find something on the ground, and are inclined to rub themselves upon it.  Most of the time, whatever it is isn’t a good smell, and it seems as if the dog can’t control themselves.

The have to.

I looked it up, and it turns out that a dog’s brain is mainly comprised of sense of smell, and rubbing in garbage and dead animals defines them.  Which is interesting to me.  In my other article, I was looking at this as a bad thing.  Saying that we should be washed and “smell” like God, and not ourselves.

But now I’m wondering how awesome it would be if we had this same sort of reaction to God that dogs have to a dead animal carcass.  Instead of continuing to walk along like nothing’s wrong, like God isn’t working, we saw it, smelled it, and had to roll around in Him.

What kind of lives would we lead if every time we saw God working, we had to join in?  If our brains were concerned more with having the scent of God on us, than what we had set out to do that day?  What do you think you’d  be involved in?

You shouldn’t go into puppy stores.

That’s right. Don’t do it. It’s dangerous.

Why? Because all the puppies are way too cute for anyone to pass up, and then you wind up with another puppy in your house and she plays well with your other puppy and everything is perfect…

Yeah, I’m not doing a good job of convincing you not to go am I?

You shouldn’t go in because you’re going to come home with the cutest little puppy ever. Your friends and family will have adverse reactions at first, and then they meet her and she’s too cute for them to be upset about.

Anyway, the real problem comes when you try to name her.

Me, I’m a fan of mythology, so our first puppy is named Cerberus, the three-headed guard dog of Hades in Greek mythology. She’s a pug-beagle mix.

So, we hear the siren’s call from the puppy store, and fall prey to their trap. Inside the store are tons of cute puppies, but one in particular calls out to me. It’s a Brussel Griffon-pug mix. It looks like an ewok, a wookie, Snarf, Gizmo, and even Falcor.

There’s a ton of names wrapped into one ridiculously cute puppy. Oh, and Brussel didn’t help either because it adds “Sprout” to the MVN (Most Valued Names) list too.

So, here we are, trying to come up with a name to suit our tiny, new, cute puppy. Sprout sounds too much like Scout which is our friend’s dog, Wicket’s out of the question because of someone across the street. She looked more like an ewok than a wookie, so Chewy’s out. She’s not a cat, so Snarf’s out. My wife doesn’t like Fenrir, so that’s out. She’s no luck dragon, so Falcor’s out (and she’s not creamy white…) and she’s not the coloring of Gizmo either…

“What,” you ask, “did you name her?”

Lady.

Oh, don’t worry, there’s an implied extra little bit that my wife just doesn’t want included on her vet papers, or really to be said alloud. Lady Deathstike.

To recap: If you have a dog named Fenrir, that’s so awesome. We’ve got a 3.5lbs dog named “Lady Deathstrike” so, what’s up?

Oh, and yes, this is the reason there haven’t been as many updates… Sorry! She’s just too cute! (oh, and I’m reinstalling everything on my computer because I just got Vista. That too.)