Amy took Diablo to puppy class the other day and found out that he… well, is a she. Oops. Something was mentioned at the Pet Store about the puppy being male, and I never bothered to look that closely. I respect her privacy.

A conversation from the movie Gross Pointe Blank:

Debi: So, is there a Mrs. Mysterio?
Martin Q. Blank: No, but I do have a very nice cat?
Debi: Not the same.
Martin Q. Blank: Well, you don’t know my cat, it’s very demanding.
Debi: It? You don’t know if it’s a boy or girl?
Martin Q. Blank: I respect its privacy.

After this discovery, we talked about whether or not “Diablo” was a good name for a girl. Amy says she wants to keep it, so we will. I am still not sure.

When I was young, my mom and I saw an adorable chocolate lab at a pet store and ended up convincing the rest of the family to get her. All of us came up with ideas for a name, but in the end the grown-ups decided to name her Tucker. Throughout the entire life of that dog, it slightly bothered me that she had what I considered to be a masculine name. For the record, my name for Tucker was “Mocha”.

The problem is we already have out puppy trained to the name Diablo, and the kids have bonded with her over that name. So, the name stays. If anyone asks, I’ll just tell them it’s because shes a little she-devil.