My parents are not big fans of Garth Brooks. They didn't like the name Garth at first and planned to change my name to Riley.
But when I came to live with my parents, they put off changing my name because I was adjusting to lots of other changes -- a new home and family, living in the city for the first time, and undergoing that procedure that shall not be mentioned.
And after a while they realized that I am clearly a Garth, and that the name Garth fits me so perfectly. So they just added Riley as my middle name, which is how I became Garth Riley.
Mom likes to say I was named after a great Viking -- rather than a country music singer. But it doesn't really matter where my name came from, or even what my name is. What matters is that I'm me!
Of course mom and dad also have lots of other names for me: muffin, lab-a-muffin, beast, G-beast, G-man, Mr. Puppyman, labstone, G-buttimus, puppy, puppiness, snout, poop-eater, and smuggler (when I try to sneak my nasty outdoor tennis balls into the house in my mouth).
Some of my friends call me the King of Tricksters because I'm an Advanced Trick Dog. But my friend Ozzy is the true king, and he knighted me, so I'm now Sir Garth Riley!
|I like to see my name on things like this|
|I even have my very own car with my name on it!|
|It's always good to see my name on a Three Dog Bakery cake!|
|This is my Garth-mobile|