My new foster mom thinks she is funny. She named me Wags, because I have trouble wagging my tail. And how do you think she informed me of this? She did not have a sit-down conversation with me to tell me that I had a problem. She did not share the bad news that my tail is probably broken by holding me and giving me a lot of love and affection. Nope, she did this instead:
Foster lady: Hey puppy, I've decided to name you Wags. Wanna know why?
Wags: Yes, foster lady, please tell me!
Foster lady: Because your tail is broken and you can only wag the top half!
Wags: ummm, excuse me? What did you say??
Foster lady: Your brother can tell you. It really appears to be broken!
Wags: (gives foster lady my best suspicious look) You're joking!
Foster lady: Nope, no joke. I think it's because you've been sitting on it too much.
Wags: Hahaha now I know you're joking!
Wags: Right? Foster lady? Joking??
Foster lady: Sorry Wags. I don't know how it happened, but I'm afraid it really is broken!
So that is how I ended up with the name Wags. I am quite sure that only having half of a working tail does not at all affect my ability to give puppy kisses, play games, or be a wonderful pet! The foster lady says we'll be going to the vet to find out for sure if my tail is broken, and if it can be fixed or not. Either way, I'm stuck with the name Wags, at least until I get adopted! As for my brother Wrigley, foster lady said she'd introduce him tomorrow. Wait until you hear how he ended up with his name!