The night my husband Gordon arrived home after our boxer puppy arrives we have to name the little guy. He is sitting alone on the counter with just the two of us; Lucy is at another sleep-over. Lucy is spending a lot of time with the Brown’s. Mark has been her rescue Daddy since the beginning, and Ming is her Auntie. That’s o.k. because we can focus on this little guy tonight. Naming is something my husband feels he is much more knowledgeable about, then, let’s say me. Alright, just name the pup! He starts with Mickey, Nickey, Jake, etc. I have a few comments to help him reach this monumental outcome for the name. A very close friend had recently passed away, and I wasn’t sure his wife Annie would be happy to know we named the dog after Mickey. So that’s a no. Nickey, isn’t that another word for your Mickey? Jake was the name of lots of pets around us, so go out and call “Jake” and see who appears on our door step. That’s another no. Lets put on our creative, brilliant thinking caps honey, and that’s not a name suggestion either. After hours of this fun and games, and 2 potty breaks for the puppy, we agree on Casey. I love it! No, not so fast…. He wants to put his own little spin on it, and spell it K.C. Get it ! Just use the 2 initials. See, he just has to put his own spin on it. We concede, K.C. it is. He has a name, our little black boxer puppy.