Actually, Chooch is "jackass." My father brought the dog home one day (my father also had a pet duck that followed him around town, but that is another story), and my grandfather said "get that chooch out of here." The dog never left, my grandfather never said another word about getting rid of him, but the name stuck.
Also, we only had the dalmation at the time of the beer-drinking incident. Our mutt never cared for beer, while the dalmation would sit patiently by my father's keggerator, waiting for someone to fill a mug so he could lap up any few drops that fell from the tap.
I will also throw in that both dogs were boys, but the dalmation got a little gay towards the end of his life. After we would give the dogs baths in the back yard (using a hose and kiddie pool), the dalmation would become rather amorous towards the mutt. That is, he would try to hump him.
The mutt didn't care for this either.
If I ever get a dog, I'm going to name it chooch.
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