When we started to show and run our Sloughis in the US in 1994, it became obvious that everyone could remember the name of Dominique, but my name was either not remembered at all or misspelled or mispronounced. I lived, almost nameless, throughout 1994, until  the end of the same year, when we were at a show in Texas. One dog  had escaped and several handlers, including me, ran after that dog to catch him.  Being trained by Sloughis, I continued to run when others gave up, short of breath.  All those handlers cheered me on to continue the chase:  "Run, Sloughiman, run!! We can go no more."
      And so I did.
      The dog was safely recovered and I finally had a name everyone could remember: Sloughiman.