Finally, a name.

Frenchie's name is officially "Bodger." (Like "Badger", but with an "o") By "officially," I mean that I wrote it on the "Pet Addendum" to our lease. I have yet to tell his breeder that I changed his name, but I hope she doesn't mind.

(He doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he answers to almost anything, including "Buppy" and "Butthead.")

He spends most of his time snoring and drooling on the couch.


If you were wondering, a "Jammie Bodger" is a kind of jam-frosting sandwich cookie that I found in my "300 cookie recipes" cookbook. Though I originally wanted to name him something French, most French names are (1) boring and (2) have a difficult pronunciation (like a nasal vowel or an /R/). It makes me uncomfortable to hear butchered French names, so for everyone's sake, I named him something with American English phonemes. Yes!

Here are things that Bodger does:

• Looks inquisitively at me while raising one front paw in the air
• Sticks his tongue out
• Licks the dirty snow off of our boots
• Tries to eat stale chunks of bread in the parking lot next to the apartment
• Snores and farts
• Falls asleep in uncomfortable positions
• Finds and eats all the dead lady-beetle carcasses in the apartment

I attempted a three-mile tempo run today, though the roads and sidewalks are still covered in slippery snow, ice, and sand. Here are my splits:

• 10:43
• 9:01
• 8:52

So really, I just ran like I always do.

Alright, I'm off to go sit on the futon with Bodger and hope that he adjusts to his name.