My name isn’t really Goody, you know. My real name is Jane Goodall Beagle. I’m named after one of my human’s heroes. But since I’m not a hero, everybody just calls me Goody.
My human says names are important. She’s kind of funny about them. I don’t think about them that much. I think smells say a lot more about a dog – or a person, for that matter. But my human is a word-person, so we must forgive her.
For instance, one day at the dog park we met a dog named Hrothgar. My human was enchanted with Hrothgar’s name. She went over to talk to Hrothgar’s human just because his name was so cool. Evidently it’s the name of some king long ago, who had a monster named Grendel living in his house.
Hrothgar was a pretty laid?back dog. He just sat at his human’s feet the whole time and let my human pat him on the head. I guess his name fits him, since only a laid?back king would let a monster live with him. If I was a king, I wouldn’t let a monster live in my house. Would you?
Another time at the dog park we met a Great Dane whose name was Waldo Emerson, although he just goes by Emerson. His name too pleased my human no end.
Although only 6 months old, Emerson is a very big dog. His paws are nearly the size of my whole head. (well, maybe I exaggerate, but you get the idea.) Because Emerson is so young, he has a lot of goofy energy and he likes to be right in the thick of things. Also because of his youth, he doesn’t know all the rules of etiquette. He makes other dogs feel anxious, angry, or hyped up. What Emerson makes me feel is tired.
My human says there was a famous human named Emerson, who liked to go off by himself and be quiet so he could appreciate nature. All I can say is that Emerson G. Dane is not living up to his name.