He’s a real O.G. like Count Basie
Continuing the fine tradition of dog naming established more than a decade ago, I’ve settled on a name for the formerly unnamed brown poochie.
Basie.
My first junior year in college, I lived in a house with four other dudes (including notable A.C. commenters Eric and Steve). The girlfriend of one of the dudes got him a dog for his birthday, and all of us, heavy into jazz at the time, agreed on calling this dog Mingus.
Forward a few years later, Mrs. Communist gets me a dog for my 24th birthday, and she suggests Miles for a name. Brilliant, I thought (and to this day, I still say it’s the best dog name ever).
Which brings us to today. I had jokingly considered naming him Woo, because he’s a mad carpet pisser. Eventually I settled on two names but was having difficulty deciding. My other choice was Maxwell, if for no other reason than this dog’s dad apparently macks well. I picked Basie, though, as a nod to the above tradition and because it’s a little non-traditional at the same time.
So here’s to you, Basie. *raises coffee mug* Please stop pissing on the carpet.
PROGRAMMING NOTE: You may have noticed that I’ve gone four days between posts. This trend likely will continue until I can feel comfortable not watching Basie like a hawk every second he’s awake. I hope to have a Lebowski Experience post up soon. My schedule is bizarre enough as it is, but trying to housetrain a puppy on top of that leaves very little time for things not related to cleaning up piss or doing laundry or paying attention to children.
