I think I have settled on a name at last, though that could change at any moment. Last night David suggested Winston Churchill. I thought that was a great name, but again I could never remember it. A lot of the time I called him Vincent instead, stuttering out a combination of the two. I liked Vincent after Vincent Van Gogh, but Then I started calling him Vinny, which somehow brought to mind the one thing I remember from Latin: Veni, Vidi, Vinci......I came, I saw, I conquered. Since that seems to be his attitude, it seemed appropriate. His nickname will still be Vinny, with a slight change of pronunciation but his real name will be Venivedivici.
Last night he slept in the crook of my arm all night, much to the dismay of Patrick and Benny. Patrick let him have it this afternoon, though.......a really vicious attack. I had to haul him off. Poor vinny was absolutely petrified for the rest of the afternoon. His whole body was shaking. By suppertime, though, he was back at it, tormenting Patrick. who merely snarled to remind him who was boss. At that point Vinny scampered good-naturedly away to see what else there was to do. He is almost never still. He has boundless energy. He's different from the other dogs I've had and i'm glad. He's a whole new eperience.