Don’t judge me.

But I have two dogs. One is named Shitty.  And the newer addition is Dukey.  I assure you… having dogs named after bodily excrements was not the direction I was headed, but I got suckered into it.  I’m not about to explain how this happened, because that’s all said and done, and my concern at this point is of another nature.

Shitty knows his name.  But Dukey?  He’s not the brightest.  I could call him Beef Jerky and he trots in my direction like I’m calling him over.  Maybe he likes beef jerky?  Sure.  But I’ve even called him Bath Time (which he hates) but he’ll still come.  It doesn’t matter what I call him.  So can I change his name?  No really… can I?

All my life, although Happy Days is before my time, some people will ask “Where’s Chachi?” or exclaim “Joanie loves Chachi!” when they learn my name.

I’m considering giving Dukey a new name:  Chachi.  Joanie loves Chachi.  And I do love this doggie.  Should I?  Or nah?