On the Thoughts of Dogs

I find it curious, the names of dog. We seem to steal them, borrow their origin and claim it as our own. If I hear a name that is sweet, but not too formal, I take it. It is mine, much like a dog. Right? But you cannot own a dog, much like you cannot own the rain or moon no matter how much you plead you named it. Even if we named the whole night sky, the stars still refuse to be owned. If we could own whatever we named, we'd find the forests barren and the night sky completely empty. (And what a shame that would be.) 
(k.b.)
3/6/2015 
3/30PM