My chosen mutt! Without history or name.
I ushered him into the clinic for neutering as required.
His name?" the pert young woman at the desk asked.
"Madigan."
"Cute name." I was prepared to explain that Madigan was old Irish for puppy dog. She addressed my dog. "Madigan."
No response. No recognition of the name 'Madigan'. But Ye Gods he had had that name for less than twelve hours.
Despite the indignity he remained cooperative. He exhibited the same demeanor he exhibited when I walked him at the pound. He heeled beside the clinic worker, followed her without question to a procedure he could not imagine.
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