"George" (for the sake of both discussion and anonymity).
This is, after all, a public forum.
My birth name is Rxxxxxxx, but I permit my "master" (I allow him this assumption) to call me Bxx because, from the very beginning, he had difficulty pronouncing Rxxxxxxx. I have broad shoulders; I can deal with it. FYI: the papers "George" spread out on the floor during my juvenile housebreaking episode were read, not soiled. By nature, I possess good self-control. My real papers are in a safety deposit box.
Ah, yes -- "Master."
He's reluctant to go out the door when it's time for his early morning walk. No nudging him nor pulling off the bed linens work. He's even taken to snapping at me, thereafter emitting a low-decibel growl that seems never to end. Too, it once was impossible to fill his hollow legs. Now, he turns up his nose even when I set before him his favorites . . .
What's man's best friend to do?
Your thoughts are welcome!
Bxx