Contributed by vandykefab
My husband had gone to London for a car show with his cousin. Upon his return trip his best friend was anxious to hear about his trip and asked to meet for lunch. My husband was delayed with a customer and asked us to go ahead to the restaurant. In our conversation, his friend Jeff said he had the perfect name for our dog we were picking up in just a couple of weeks 'Trevor'. I told him I liked that name. Shortly after that my husband arrived and started telling the story of their London escort/driver and what a character he was. Then he says that we are naming our new dog 'Trevor' after the escort. Well Jeff and I looked at each other, because Jeff had just said 10 minutes early to name him Trevor. So yes his name is Trevor and my husband even brought him an expensive plaid raincoat from Harrods. I didn't get anything!
Barbara Morarity-Van Dyke
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