Houston, we have a dog update.
Our hound's name is Brogan.
Carrie came up with the name first, so I immediately resisted it. At the time, I'd just had a new dog I wasn't sure I wanted sprung on me and I figured I should at least get to name him. Plus, brogans are a type of shoe.
I did some internet research and thought about Flynn, but after praying and thinking on it I had to admit: Brogan had a nice ring to it. For one, it allows for nicknames like "Bro" and "Bro-gee." For another, this dog lives underfoot. He is so attached/insecure that he's constantly tripping me up. If I move more than a foot, he pops up and moves right along with me. It's endearing and...underfoot. The name Brogan fits perfectly. Carrie called it and I'd be a fool to resist a better idea than any I've got. Genius is recognizing when to go with someone else's idea over yours.
When it comes to dog names, I'm going to claim to be genius.
Welcome to the clan, Brogan.
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