daughter was a counselor at Camp Kirby the summer of 1995. The
caretaker at the camp had a purebred golden Cocker Spaniel that had
given birth to a litter of black pups (father unknown). There was
only one pup left and the owner told me they were taking “her” to
the pound. We took “her”. On the drive home the pup was jumping and
wiggling as my daughter held it. I took one look and said “we had
better start thinking of boy names, because that is not a girl”. So
he was dubbed Kirby.