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?