When I was nine years old, my mom brought home a puppy from the pound. My mom called it a fox terrier, and I thought it was the cutest little thing. For many weeks we tried to choose a name for this puppy. We each called it by the name we favored, and I think that she must have been quite confused in those first few weeks in our home. I wanted to call her Sam, but she ended up Tootsie.