The story of dogloose:
Back in the seventies I rented a house on El Cerrito Place in Los Angeles from Mrs. Solomon. She was an old Russian lady from the old school... so I never mailed her the rent check. Each month she would come to collect.
Since she had a key, she always just opened the door and walked in without knocking. And then to warn me that she had arrived she would call my name out in her thick Russian accent: "Dog-Loose... Dog-Loose".
For that and a whole list of other reasons the name has stuck.
