We ate the pizza, bitched among ourselves that we had no ice cream, fed the crusts to the dog, made the beds, and went to our rooms. I could hear Alex talking to my dog. Now the history of my dog is quite interesting.
Derrick got him a week before we met, so, technically, it was his dog. But Derrick teased the poor thing so much and so heartlessly, even naming him after some porn star, that when the dog met me and knew I was going to be around, he made himself over into my dog and would only answer to the name I gave him., Unfortunately, I named him Kahakaloa after a place in Hawaii I wanted to see. More about that later. However, it was an awkward name and got shortened to Kak, which Derrick pronounced c**k (after his porn star, I presume). So, it was kind of a compromise, if a bad one.
