A blonde was walking down the street one afternoon with two dogs on leashes. One was tall and elegant, walking proudly beside her, while the other was shorter, energetic, and kept sniffing everything along the sidewalk.

A man coming from the opposite direction stopped and smiled.

“Oh my,” he said, “you have such beautiful dogs. What are their names?”

The blonde beamed with pride.

“Well,” she said, pointing to the taller one, “this one is Timex.”

Then she pointed to the smaller dog.

“And this little one is Rolex.”

The man blinked, trying not to look confused.

“Timex and Rolex?” he asked. “That’s… interesting. Why did you choose those names?”

The blonde sighed heavily, as if she had answered the question a hundred times before.

She shook her head and looked at him with complete seriousness.

“Everyone keeps asking me the same thing,” she said.

The man waited patiently.

Then she rolled her eyes and said:

“Duh… what else are you supposed to name your watchdogs?”