The Name Game (for real this time)

Okay, I wrote a week ago that I was tagged by Graham, Prince and Tilly to do the Name Game. Shame on me that it's been a week and I am only now sitting down to write it all out. (Again, procrastinating!)

Here are the rules:
* Players must list one fact, word, or tidbit that is somehow relevant to their life for each letter of your first or middle name.
* When you are tagged you need to write your own post containing your first or middle name game facts, word, or tidbit.
* At the end of your post choose one person for each letter of your name to tag.
* Don't forget to leave a comment telling them that they have been tagged, and to read your blog.

Okay, so I will use Watson's name since that has been the practice thus far. The only problem I have encountered with the name game is that I don't know that many bloggers so this game will have to cross over into the email world. (Or are there any bloggers who read this and want to volunteer??)

Here it goes:

W is for walking on a leash. When Watson first came to us, he didn't know how to walk on a leash. He'd get really confused and would often get tangled up in it by trying to step over it. It took a few months but once he got the hang of it, he was a pro.

A is for "Are you going to eat that?" I swear that this was the phrase running through his mind every time we walked out of the kitchen with anything in hand. He'd sit and stare... and stare... and stare at us, almost willing the food to fly out of our hands and into his mouth.

T is for tough guy. He had no teeth and couldn't open his mouth wider than an inch, but if another dog was getting on his nerves, he would always try to nip them. We thought it was funny that he never realized his impediments and always tried to show his tough side.

S is for sleeping! There were days when I literally would have to drag him out of bed to go for a walk. If left alone, he would sleep for as many hours as possible - without waking for a drink or a bathroom break.

O is for opening the bathroom door with his face. This is one of his habits that I miss very much. Whenever I went into the bathroom and tried to close the door, he would often shove his face in the way. He never actually wanted to come in, but just wanted to make sure I wasn't leaving. (No, there is no door to the outside from our bathroom so I am not sure what he was thinking.) If I successfully got the door closed before he could open it with his face, he would try anyway. I'd be in there listening to him bonk his head a few times trying to get the door open.

N is for nose. He was both a beagle and a basset. Need I say more?!?!?!