Known for my dog

So Mrs. O and I are walking our Beagle Huckleberry through City Park when a reader named Marvin stops us. “Are you Dave from the paper,” he asks. I confirmed that I was. And asked if he recognized me from the photo in that runs with my column. Nah, he says, I recognize Huckleberry. And that’s how you stay humble in this business.

Question: Are you know for being the father/mother/brother/sister/pet owner of someone else?