In the past I have talked about how you humans agonize about picking a name for us canines when we are puppies – and then you go ahead and make up a variety of “other” names for us as well. For example. My name is Viktor. Yet I also go by Vik, Baby V, Viktorino and Trino – with is a nickname for a nickname. So of course, when my human’s mother arrived, she had to come up with her OWN set of names for us.
Paxton is “Big Guy”. Frodo is “Buttercup” – don’t even ASK me how she got THAT one. And me? I’m Cocoa. Cocoa. I don’t get this one either. I mean I’m not chocolate in color.
My human asked her mother how she got Cocoa, and her mother wasn’t sure. And THEN – they both remembered. My human had a stuffed dog when she was a kid (like 350 some odd years ago) and the dog was named Cocoa. Which of COURSE, got my human – the woman who is SUPER nostalgic – and a BIT of a pack rat – to go searching for Cocoa. She KNEW she still had him. Somewhere. Well she found him. Unfortunately, Cocoa has not aged well. His stuffing is coming out – because his coat…well…it has disintegrated. He has been repaired – but he must be handled VERY gently – or his head will fall off from what is left of his body. It took a LOT of work to prop him up for the picture – and my attempt to rip off his remaining ear was promptly met with a loud “Noooooooooo!” (That’s me on the left, if you’re not sure). So I took the shot with him and Cocoa went back to his closet. The next time he comes out – well…who knows WHAT he’ll look like. It’s funny – but in his day, I think Cocoa was ALMOST kind of PON-like. Actually, it’s kind of spooky…
So this weekend I got to meet a dog that has been living here – who I didn’t even know existed. And I am still behaving – and now, I am answering to the name Cocoa. The things one does to become favorite grand-dog…
© 2015 Linda Wozniak

Actually, Viktor, he kind of looks like you. All he needs is a little dye. That should be easy enough. Just ask some of the people at dog shows…..just saying!!
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