These two always frolicked freely in the woods. Buffy almost always had to drag Willy home in the evening. She was always ahead of him yapping for him to "Come on!"
One time my wonderful husband Bill, sometimes called Willy by my late friend, Sheila woke me after I had gone to bed. He was on the computer and saw I had received an acceptance.
"Wake up, honey. That story you wrote about me has been accepted."
In my sleepy fog, I wracked my brain for the story. I asked the title.
"Oh you know, the one you wrote about me titled, Goofy Willy."
You guessed it before he did! I had to let him down gently. "Honey, Goofy Willy was a dog I had forty years ago."