How was I named, Daddy?

Well, pup, in essence, you named yourself. After you arrived here from Georgia, you were a little disoriented. So, we just called you "puppy" or "here boy". After you got over the trip trauma and realized you were going to be watered and fed on a regular basis, you began to settle in. About the third or forth night, at two-thirty in the morning, I took you out for a potty break. Your tail started wagging quickly and you were dancing around on the grass; something had gotten your attention.

I kept an eye on you at the end of your tiny "puppy" leash and just watched and waited. You gave out with a few yelps and sniffed at the ground. But there wasn't anything there. You kept working it and I finally got an idea of what you were so interested in: your shadow from the moon. That was pretty funny, It was quite possible that you had never seen a shadow at night before, but it was a full moon that night and you were intrigued with your own shadow. Hmmmm, an idea was forming in my mind.

Now, if this had been the 60's or 70's, you might have ended up with the handle "Moon Shadow", but I couldn't call you that. Remembrances of Woodstock notwithstanding, I just wouldn't do that to you. So, from that night forward, you became "Shadow".

Word spread quickly, my friends had all suggested names for you but I held off until you did something specific (like chasing your night shadow). I had tentatively thought "BLUE STEEL" might become your name. In the pictures Donna sent, you were a dark gray "blue" and your stance was so strong, Blue Steel might have worked. I would NOT have named you "Wiggles", you can rest assured. When I look back at your first pictures, you were a tired little guy and I tried to assure you you would like your new home. When I look at you now, you are a happy dog, Shadow!