My daughter, Jody, is a cat person.   She loves her cats, but she's been without a pet for the last few years.  After Wayne and I got Bogie, though, she had a turnaround.  She loves our Bogie and calls him "Her brother from a different mother."  And Bogie loves Jody.  Whenever she visits he runs to greet her and she gives him lots of attention.  Bogie apparently convinced Jody that she should have a dog.  When the opportunity came for her to adopt, she got a Poochon (Bichon Frise and Poodle mix). His previous owner had named him Carlos and Jody decided to change it to Jasper, but she forgets and calls him Bogie.  I can see it all now.  This poor dog is going to need pet counseling for an identity crisis.  How can he not?