It's Peko, not Pico

Peko is settling in well.

One of the first things I did was internet search the name "Pico", being unfamiliar with the name. I had three possibles
-a numerical term for 10 to the -12, a very small number, (thanks to the boy who lived in the tree for the clarification) not necessarily first pick for a dog name;

something to do with Unix operating systems;

A mexican general in charge of California before it attained statehood.

Hmmm. I figured his former owners must have been PhD's in Math, computers, or History to come up with any of those, interesting.

Then an old friend of the family stopped by today to see the new dog. I was worried that Peko would rage at him as he walked into Pico's new home-WHO IS THIS?!?!

I told Peko we had company and stepped ahead of him as P walked in. Imagine my suprise when Peko went into gleeful submissive bowl full of jello-full wiggle mode, and even jumped up a bit (which he hasn't done with us, ever) he was so happy and excited. Hmmm. This dog obviously LOVES men.

Turned in by a woman stating the son had allergies.

Well, that still may be true, however visions of a separation and the wife unable or unwilling to care for the dogs filled my mind.

Back to internet search, playing with the spelling. I found it!!! He was named after Domato Peko, a defensive (american) football player drafted in 2006 (the year of Peko's birth) by the Cincinatti Bengals. Bengals are tigers-Peko is brindle, orange and black tiger stripes.

figures a woman wouldn't know how to spell the name of a football player, LOL.

I found a nice story about Domato Peko in Wikipedia:
On April 18th, 2007, Peko pulled an elderly man out of his Blazer that had flipped onto its roof at an intersection in Florence, KY. Peko saw him get hit in the side and flip. The man, Dean Gregg, 74, didn’t know who the young man helping him was. Gregg is from Detroit and moved to Cannon, KY., about two years ago, and was hit looking for the horse track.[citation needed]
Peko asked Gregg if he needed help and he replied "Yeah, open the door and get me out.” After Peko hauled him out he continued on his way to church driving from his home in Independence, KY. “I was running late. About 10 minutes. I think that was a sign I was supposed to help,” he said.

I liked the other information Wikipedia had for "Peko":

Peko (Finnish spelling Pekka, Pellon Pekka) is an ancient Estonian and Finnish god of crops, especially barley and brewing. In the area of Setumaa, between Estonia and Russia, inhabited by the seto-speaking Setos, the cult of Peko was alive until the 20th century. Today, the Seto people (an ethnic group of Estonians in the south-east of the country) also revere Peko as their national hero and king, the name and figure are widely used as a national symbol.
Before Pentecost festivities, before the dawn broke, young Seto men held a ritual fight until the first drop of blood was shed. The bleeding person became the host of the next year's feast. Black candles were lit to revere wooden idols of Peko. The people chanted "Peko, Peko, come to drink the beer" and some older man called the priests of Peko made sacrifices.

So, named for a defensive tackle and/or the god of beer...welcome, Peko! :)