The dog has no name.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 6 comments link this postMy sister Jacqui has a very pretty dog. It's a nice dog, as far as large dogs in the house go.
The dog has a name.
I don't use it.
"Dog, sit down."
"Come here, dog."
"Move, doggy."
"Dog, get in the kennel."
It's kind of like the janitor on the TV show Scrubs, who is referred to as Janitor.
I find the idea of referring to people or animals by what they are both intriguing and disturbing. Intriguing on some philosophical level that cuts to the chase and gets rid of an pretentiousness or facade. Disturbing, because it would negate the idea I hold onto (with white knuckles) that we are not our job. In the case of Janitor, I'd really have to come up with answer to the common and hated question of "what do you do for a living?"
What do I do for a living? Breathe?
Either that, or people could just call me Person.
Labels: family, pets, television
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6 Comments:
I think you are fighting a hopeless crusade. It just seems to be easier to identify people by what they do. I guess I will always be teacher. My cat, however, is simply Fur Face (becoming grizzled, but still adorable).
Anyway, keep tilting at those windmills. The world needs as many as it can get.
By 
Rey, at
8/4/08 13:59
Aww, but my 'pretty' dog has a name, NAKITA. :)I am sure she just loves you too.
By Jacqui, at
8/4/08 15:54
And just how do you address your parents? "Woman, is my laundry done?" "Man, I need a ride to my #3 part time job."
By Anna, at
10/4/08 15:58
Well, now you've made me sound like a redneck.
By Julie R. Neidlinger, at
10/4/08 16:32
For some reason I now have Mirah's song "Person Person" stuck in my head:
Oh person, person
We're realling missing you
It breaks all of our hearts to know
That you just want to come on home
So, Come on home.
The telephone
Just doesn't seem to do
To let you know
How much it's true that we love you
Yeah, we love you
Oh person, person, person...
By 
debaservo, at
14/4/08 08:57
I wasn't really aiming for redneck...more like a 46 year old man who is totally dependant on his parents. Darn, missed the mark again.
Nice singing, debaservo!
By Anna, at
14/4/08 22:05
