What’s in a name?

A refreshing burst of fresh air for George, Stella and me.

Could’ve done without her losing the ball on the first throw, leaving me to carry the redundant ball-thrower, to be honest.

Not for the first time, another dog-walker assumed she was a male dog.

George reckoned we should just go along with the mistake, and said we should choose a boy’s name that sounded like Stella.

We settled on “Fella”. She seemed to like it.