So...way back in the early 50's, there was a TV show called Topper. A banker was "haunted" by two ghosts and their St. Bernard. A friend of my wife's (#2) asked her what the name of the dog was. She didn't know and I couldn't remember.
A few days later we were going at it hot and heavy. I was on top pumping away like crazy. All of a sudden she stopped moaning and gasping and shouted out, "Kneel...kneel"! I pulled out and knelt beside her on the bed, totally confused. As she laughed and my little guy wilted she said, The dog on "Topper", his name was Neal." Can't remember if we go back to what we were doing, but I know I'll never forget that fucking dog's name!