A memory that inexplicably bubbled to the surface last night:

I knew a girl in college who owned a Siberian husky named Brezhnev.

That’s as in Leonid Brezhnev, who by that point had been dead for several years. Still a cool name for a dog that, allegedly, could trace its roots to Russia.

Actually, I don’t remember the dog itself, aside from his name (it might have been old enough to have been a puppy around the time his namesake died). I do remember the girl. I also remember being impressed that she was geopolitically aware enough to give her doggie such a unique name, but in hindsight, that might have been exaggerated.