The three-headed hell-hound was purchased today from a very nice lady in Somerset, and we'll take delivery of the two-month old bundle of fluff on Tuesday. Unfortunately, he seems to be missing at least two of his heads, and is rather too cute and waggy to have come from the bowels of Hades. I suppose the extra heads and the brain-eating will come with time.
In the meantime, Scarydog needs a proper name. Mrs Scary is leaning towards "Harry", which I like as in "Genial" Harry Grout. Your suggestions, however, will be gratefully received, with extra points for references to classic UK television sitcoms. Naturally, at the end of this process, I shall teach you an important lesson about democracy.
Scarycat knows nothing. Boy, she's got a surpise coming.