Arrow Lola Rocket Bam Bam Balooba Kennedy

Here William, they called when they wanted me to heel, to guard, to thrush, to hunt. Sweet William, they called me when I sat pretty by the fire or curled at night at the foot of the bed, my body warm at their feet. More often than not I came when called, though William, sweet or otherwise, was never my name. Lola, the cook’s child, took me for walks along the river. Kennedy, the horseman, saved me bird hearts and other victuals. And Arrow! That’s what the wind called me, when I ran fast as a rocket. Arrow Lola Rocket Bam Bam Balooba Kennedy, that was my true name.