Several months ago we hired a new news clerk, Amanda Robbins. Here she is:
Before she’d started working here and before I’d even met her, I told Karen Petersen, our city editor, “I used to have a dog named Amanda.” And here she is:
“I wouldn’t tell her that right away,” Karen cautioned, meaning sharing the Amanda-the-dog information with Amanda the person, and I was thinking the same thing.
After all, I would think it was cool to know I shared a name with a dog or cat, and cooler yet if the animal had been named after me, but I realize others may look at it differently. So I just kept my mouth shut about the whole dog-name thing.
Until Tuesday, when I decided I’d gotten a good enough read of our news clerk to make an inquiry.
So as I was passing out hot-off-the-presses newspapers to my colleagues, I reached Amanda’s desk and asked her: “Do you like dogs?”
“Dogs? I love dogs,” she replied.
“I used to have a dog named Amanda,” I said, and I could immediately hear Karen laughing in the background (and Amanda laughing in the foreground).
As for Amanda the dog, she was a border collie cross who we adopted from the humane society in Klamath Falls in 1986; she went to dog heaven, as we say around our place, in the fall of 2000, a few months shy of her 15th birthday.
So what about you: Would you be happy or sad to know you shared a name with someone’s pet?