A not particularly profound epiphany
Last weekend, we adopted a six-year-old Cocker Spaniel from the Oregon Humane Society. He’s a total muffin and, so far, I really enjoy having a dog. This morning, I had a funny realization.
This dog’s name is Jordan (we didn’t name him). The kitty I adopted when I was 21 was named Niles. Remove one “s” and the animals I’ve owned as an adult have something funny in common: both have river names.
So now, I’m thinking of getting a fish and naming it Congo. Or maybe a pet bunny named Danube.