The dog with no name .... you lookin' at me ??

A "new guy" arrived here on August 18, you might recall. He is fitting in well; is strong and healthy; is the terror of any squirrels who stop by looking for a snack (I still do feed the squirrels, but have become more creative in places and times for doing so); is polite and well-mannered (although altogether untrained .... he was a shelter dog, you might remember, and estimated to be about three years old); is a good watchdog, travels well in a car and has no fear of gunfire; is happy and playful and can run like the wind. But .... he still is "the dog with no name." He and I discuss this regularly, but have not come up with a satisfactory resolution. He evidently has a memory lapse, because he has had no reaction or response to any of the million or so names which I have suggested to him he might have been called in his former life. A friend suggested naming him "Foxy" because of his stealthiness and other fox-like characteristics. Among the dogs in my past, I have had two Golden (not yellow, but golden) Labradors named Hunter and Hunter II. Because this "lad" is an outdoorsman with a propensity toward hunting, I am beginning to really, really lean toward calling him Hunter III. "We" are open to suggestions, but, bear in mind, he is very politically incorrect, conservative in most regards, loves firearms and thinks of himself as a man among men .... hmmmm .... yes, I am laughing, too, but, I am talking about the "new guy" .... who, seriously, has to be a "tough guy" to have made it through what he went through on his way to me ....

By the way, he picked out the music to accompany "his" post. He comes from Oklahoma, so there is a lot of the "old west" history, tradition and legend in him. Hmmmm .... he just pointed out to me that Ennio Morricone is one of three or four "gods" of movie music .... yeh, I guess .... no argument from me ....