so funny, this reminds me of several years ago when I took my 3 1/2 pound chihuahua to the vet for his shots. He was a rescue, so I don't know what kind of life he had before. He loved everyone BUT the vet. While I was waiting to be called to the examining room, an elderly man with a shepard commented about my chi's name being Rocky. His name was Rocky because we tried several names and he answered to it immediately, I guess it was close to what his name was before. He just kept making comments like "that is a lot of name for no dog". Being a quiet person I just didn't say anything. I let him sit there with his big tough dog that was leaning on him making comments, all I said was his name suits him fine. When the vet assistant came to the doorway to call me she had a muzzle in her hands and asked if I wouldn't mind putting it on him. I just couldn't help but laugh and say "I told you so". (What I didn't say was that he was in such a horrible shape from the shelter, so skinny and full of mange plus I had just got him so I was still practically a stranger to him. He would fight so hard and try to jump off the table that we were afraid he would hurt himself. After several attempts we discovered that a muzzle even though we kept it so loose that it almost hung off of him, he still thought he couldn't move. It enabled the vet to check him completely to make sure he was healing properly)