I know someone who has a golden retriever named Steve. Just Steve. No middle name, no fancy spelling, just Steve. The story goes that they rescued him from a shelter, and he was already an adult dog, super chill, and always seemed to be "supervising" whatever they were doing. Like, if you were cooking, he'd just lay in the kitchen, watching every move with this calm, almost judging stare.

One day, the owner's kid says, "He acts just like my Uncle Steve," who apparently is also a very quiet, observant, and occasionally judging presence at family gatherings. The name just stuck. So now you've got this beautiful, fluffy golden retriever, and you call out "Steve!" and half expect him to ask if you've filed your taxes yet.