Serenity Now!

My friend, Deb and her family went up to Lake Tahoe for the Fourth of July weekend.  During the morning of the 5th, a small dog jumped into their van and wouldn't leave.  Probably scared off by the fireworks and then lost and confused.  They took him to the animal shelter.  He hadn't been reported missing, didn't have a collar and wasn't chipped.  They posted a "found dog" on several social media sites (there was a youngish person in the group.  I wouldn't have thought of that) and the shelter was alerted so they took the dog for the rest of the weekend, planning on returning his to the pound come Monday morning.  Their 9 year old had a great weekend with the pup and the rest of them rest the time coming up with names for him.  Max, Bradley, and Taco to name a few.

Monday morning came around and the owner had been found.  Happy reunion!  Deb sent a text letting us know that the little dog had jumped off a second story balcony during the fireworks and the pet sitter was unable to find him.  And, here's the kicker, the dog's real name was Courage.  Courage? Courage?  Not Moron or Gimpy?  Seriously he's lucky he didn't break a leg.

Me: That's a stupid name

(Not a popular text but, come on, can you just picture me outside screaming for Courage?)

Me: "Courage! Come!"
"Courage! Come NOW!"
"COURAGE!  Where are you, Courage!"
"No, Courage, NO. Bad Courage. Bad Bad Courage!"

Me: if Courage had been a girl, then Courage would be a bitch! HA!

I could get other dogs and be out there yelling:
"Optimism, Stop!"
"Oh no, Faith, jumped out the window!"
"Serenity, Now!

They stopped texting me at that point.  Too bad, I had a million more!