"Well. The last thing we want is an unpleasant, maudlin dog. What in the world would we do with an entire series of depressing paintings, done in shades of blue and dog-hair?"

He tapped his finger to his chin, considering this further.

"We could take his name from a song or something of the sort, instead. There was a gentleman by the name of Maxwell in a song I heard just the other day. He had a silver hammer..."

Perhaps not.