Well, finally, I found a perfect match for me. The American Staffordshire Terrier is a tough, muscular, energetic breed that loves to run. He has a feisty little personality and a good breeder/mentor to boot.
He is going to be a very big boy - probably around 80 pounds. He is now about 5 weeks and already partly housebroken and crate-training. He and my Dog-Cat love each other, although there's still some debate on who is the Alpha Male of the house.
All of my pets have been named for something I love or something they act like. My male cat is Arnie (Arnold Palmer), aka Mr. Palmer, for his super-cool, guy-next-door 'tude and my love of golf and favorite old-school golf legend. (Who I've met and also worked for at the Golf Channel for several years.) My female cat is a little dainty miss with great big eyes and long lashes, who fell in love with My Dude the minute he walked through the door and will openly flirt with him every time she can.
So this new addition to my family . . . . what could I name him? This bulky little tyke with the broad shoulders and cocky walk? What would work for something like that?
Why, of course, the name of the biggest, toughest Ironman Triathlon in the world.
The World Championship, to be exact.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like you to meet . . . .
He may be all goofy and wrinkly now (a lot like me), but give him a couple (puppy) years and it's on like Donkey Kong.