In my own defense, I have a genetic predisposition to mess up names. I got it from my mother who has called me by my sister's name since she left home for college - I was 10 at the time.
So, I had Sassy and Cleo come back for a stay. For their first stay, I got Cleo wrong from the start and kept calling her Chloe. By the end of their stay, I finally had her name right. Already at the kennel when they arrived this time was a Chloe. I don't think I got either name right on the first try.
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