Her name is Lucy.
Yesterday I took her to the pet supply shop to pick her up a toy that is just hers. While there, a little girl - no more than five years old - sat on the floor and started playing with and petting my new pup.
"Good gir, Lucy," the girl said. "I love you, Lucy. Your fur is sooooo soft, Lucy."
Hearing my pup being referred to by a name was odd, since she didn't yet have one.
"We haven't given her a name yet," I told the little girl with red hair. "Are you calling her Lucy because you think she looks like a Lucy?"
From her cross-legged position on the cement floor of Zamzow's, the girl looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. In a tone that indicated that I should have known better, she said, "That's her name."
When I relayed the story to K, he said, "Well, if that's her name then I guess that's what we should call her. Welcome to the family, Lucy!"
Thank you, stranger child, for naming our new puppy.
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