Vote for Pedro
The new addition to the domicile.
Too early to tell if its the face of evil. Or madness. Or steal-your-spot-on-the-sofa-and-refuse-to-move. Most likely its the latter. Having been a wrangler of Basset hounds for some time now, I know their type. And/or proclivities.
‘Why did you call him Pedro Sánchez?’
‘Because he’s brown’, I’ll say. Which injects an uncomfortable fork into the (up until this point polite) conversation. Which is basically my default setting. (ie. poke at it and see what happens)
The real reason is continuity. Of a kind. Our previous Basset was Napoleon Dynamite. For a while, we toyed with the idea of calling him, Rex Kwon-Do. Which might be a little too obscure, and really all of this probably only makes sense if you’ve seen the movie. Which is now, apparently, a classic… something that makes me feel very old.
In any event, our menagerie is now complete. I’m calling it. (for the next while) I’d like to sleep again in the near-future and kids and animals tend to deny me this predilection of which, I am very fond.