A few months ago, we realized that something was missing from our lives. We quickly determined that we could fill this void with some kind of dog. Eventually Tim concluded that for his birthday he wanted a used dog. Mission: accomplished.
Our doggy was a stray, which means we had to pick a name. Obviously we went with Cauchy, named for the elite mathematician. This has the added benefit that the nickname — pronounced “cosh” — happens to be a useful mathematical function. This dog’s destiny has clearly set a course for nerdiness.
Obviously you now want to see pictures of Cauchy, which Tim was happy to shoot:
Cauchy is the perfect dog for us. He’s just the right size for the house; he hasn’t barked once, not even when we visited him in the noisy shelter. He’s instantly friendly to everyone he meets, but he’s respectful in how he approaches people. He doesn’t mind relaxing when you’re trying to work, but if he catches you taking a break he’s sure to come over for some attention. When he needs to go outside, he patiently waits by the door, but never jumps up and scratches. When he sees you grab the leash, he sticks his head out quietly so you can put it on without any fuss. When the UPS guy came to deliver some boxes, Cauchy stepped out of the door to greet him, but didn’t run off. Easily among the best-behaved dogs we’ve ever met. And he’s ours!