It's part of my Autobiography, Frozen Fiefdom.
"A few minutes into our walk, addressed me as "Marilyn."
"You know my name isn't Marilyn."
He kinda smirked and said, "It is now."
I believe I raised an eyebrow as I looked at him with my less than best smile.
He hurriedly said, "Well, OK. If you could have any name, what would you choose?"
"Jane," I replied.
"Jane," he repeated.
As we were strolling up the road to the CVS to see if they sold dog collars or harnesses as "Baby" was wearing a collar and leash combo that was fashioned from a sturdy piece of rope. The dog was gasping, wheezing and choking as she pulled; at one point, he picked her up, and somehow draped her over his neck."