Saturday, one day short of a full week of owning River, I went to the local county animal shelter to get her and Bear a license. I decided once I did that, there was no going back – River would be officially part of the family.
“River,” I said.
“How do you spell that?” he asked.
“Wait…what?” I was confused. How could someone not know how to spell River?
“Well, folks further out on the Northern Neck spell it with a ‘ah’ instead of an ‘er’. So its like how they say it: ‘Rivah'” He explained, with a strong southern accent.
“Uh, I spell it with an ‘er’,” I said, not really hiding my confusion that anyone would spell it any differently.
I paid for the license, returned to my truck and shook my head.
“Rivah,” I said to myself. Seriously, who would have thought.