Some names changed to protect the innocent guilty.

Oscar

Our 7 year old Cairn Terrier (think Toto, in The Wizard of Oz), aka Sir Bark-a-lot. Will chase anything with fur. Goes ballistic over skateboarders. Turns into a chicken at the sound of thunder or fireworks. Always looks like an unmade bed. Chosen, interestingly, by Yvette.

Yvette

My long-suffering wife. A pessimist rational realist who generously tolerates the havoc I wreak on her orderly plans. Smart as a whip in two languages (French and English), with a wickedly dry sense of humor.  Possessed of a frighteningly accurate memory, the eyes of a hawk, and the ears of a rabbit… she’s pretty damn formidable. Which makes her so much fun to tease. Heh heh. She’s also a hottie, which makes her doubly intimidating. Reserved, discreet, punctual and always neatly groomed. Yeah… she’s wound pretty tight. I still have no idea why she puts up with me. Or Oscar.

Agatha

That’s me. Not my real name, just an affectionate nickname from my father that stuck. I am the polar opposite of Yvette.