For the first time since I've joined the Rainer family, we're heading to a dog park. I couldn't wait to meet some new friends and run around a bit with other dogs.

We got there, though, and something stuck out to me like a sore paw. My name. I couldn't quite believe it, but the more I listened, the more I realized I couldn't deny it.

Oh. My. God. They named me Box the boxer. And there is not one dog out her named like that. I see Roscos and Rovers. I see Milos and and Maxes. As overused as they may be, I even see some Spots and Fidos.

What I do not see are any Pit the Pitbulls. No Rot the Rottweilers. Not a single Bea the Beagle.

It lead me to the horrifying conclusion that I had been blind to up until this point - the Rainers were pure evil.