Maybe not that many. But he’s definitely polynomial. –Wait, that’s not right.
ANYWAY, he has lots of names.
We don’t even know how many names he has, because he’s a stray. For all we know, he has a name in every port.
Oh, by the way, here is a picture of him, getting ready to lie down and eat the treat I gave him. I love those liver-colored spots on his white bits. I have lots of treats left over from when Joe was alive, and this little feller is just pleased as punch to mooch ‘em off of me.
So when he first came up, Next Door Grandson wanted to call him Hector, having just finished a unit in school on the Greeks and Romans. But the dog is just not Hector material.
His official name is Bob the Dog (named after a kid’s book character #1 daughter likes), but he’s also called Roamer Bob because it took him a while to settle in and choose this location for his permanent address. His tag says he’s Victor, but that’s because the tag belongs to a late cat of #1 daughter’s, Bob having lost his own.
At his actual house, they usually call him Pup, and my mother calls him Pup-pup. Charlie and I usually call him Roamer Bob, because it strikes us funny, but Pup-pup usually gets his attention.
Speaking of names, I just looked on How Many Of Me, and found that there are 234 people in the United States named Marian Allen. I would have thought there would be more. Huh.
Here are a couple more pictures of him.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character has just said goodbye to a beloved pet, when a stray comes around. How does the character feel? What do they do?