While I am waiting for my flight to PAX South, I can take some time to tell you about my first dog, BJ. He was our first family dog and my parents got him while I was very young (I was maybe one or two years old). BJ, at the time, didn’t have a name. My parents told me one day we were out for a walk, and I was being pushed in a stroller. A stray dog came at me, and BJ chased him off. So my dad named him Baldijac. Baldi means protector and Jac was just my name shortened. Hence, BJ.
I don’t have many memories of him as he was an outside dog. But fast forward almost thirty years, and all of our dogs are rescues and adopted. Progress. One of these days, I will adopt another Beagle and I will make sure he/she will never live outside. I’m thinking of naming him/her, Bagel. Hee hee.