Doug, Doug the Pug
Doug? No, he’s more a Rambo.
Rambo? Seriously, even Sylvester’s over that, hey what about Sylvester?
Sylvester? That’s a cat, remember? Let’s go with something simple, Dog.
I am not calling the dog, Dog. You Footroot Flats fiend, Max is nice.
Max, it’s a nowhere name, you might as well call him John.
John? I’ll be thinking of dead beetles, I know Beetlejuice.
Beetlejuice? Hey, I could live with that. It’s Halloween after all.
The name’s Ashley, doofus.
A gruff voice stated at their feet, and they looked down at the pug in surprise.