how pablo came to live with us

I spend a lot of time talking about Jack.  And while everything he does is fascinating and wonderful, um, there are other personalities under my roof.

Like Pablo.

Pablo was our first (furry) kid.  We adopted him from the awesome Town Lake Animal Center, here in Austin.  At the shelter, he had been given the name Jeremy.

Aside from the fact that one of Durel's best friends is named Jeremy, we just didn't think this dog *was* a Jeremy.  He was much more ... aloof.  Cooler, somehow.  More worldly.  (Sorry JerBear.  You're plenty worldly.)

It was 2005.  We were just about to get married, and had just moved back to Austin from Washington, DC.  We had no business adopting a dog at that particular moment.  But, we didn't care about that.  We had met Jeremy, and we were in doggie lurve.

We needed to go back the next day to finalize the adoption.  So, we left sans Jeremy, but full of excitement.  And with the burning need for a new name.  So, we did what all carefree, childless Austinites do when they have something to mull over.  We went to Trudy's and had a margarita.  Duh.

And we brainstormed names.  And somehow, I started ticking off artists' names.

Claude?  

Nope.

Matisse?

Nope.

Vincent?

Nope.

Pablo?

[pause]

Yup.

Artiste.  Bon vivant.
Lover of the ladies.
Taker of photos.
Wearer of two watches.
Seriously bad ass type of man person.

And with that, our Pablo happened.

Hope your day has some Cubism in it.  Or Surrealism.  Whichever you prefer.

Talk soon,
Heather