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I got a dog from the shelter I worked at.  He was named for a former president, and I thought that was a bit of a burden for the poor dog.  I renamed him "Tex", and that evening I took about a pound of hot dogs and cut them up into little chunks.  When he wasn't looking, I'd say his new name once, and when he would turn to look at me, he got a piece of hotdog.

He knew his name in one evening (actually long before that pound of hot dogs was used up) and I've never had any problems with him knowing his name or being neurotic :-)

Rosalie

On 2/27/06, Susan E. Garlinghouse, D.V.M. <suendavid@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:

Long ago and far away, I had a five-gaited saddlebred with the registered name Prince Sunbeam.  Lucky he wasn't human, that kind of name will get you beat up in some bars, even in California.  And he was neurotic.  I wasn't going to call him Prince Sunbeam if you held a loaded gun to my head, so his name was KC.  He was still neurotic.  I eventually sold him to someone that liked neurotic saddlebreds and she called him Kansas City.  He was still neurotic.  Eventually, he became a lot less neurotic, so either he got tired of being neurotic, or was so neurotic he forgot we'd changed his name and he was supposed to be neurotic about it.