Every morning, the foos spend some time in their outdoor pen before being let out into the big yard to play. Getting out of the pen is their favorite thing.

"Set us freeeeeeeeeeeeee...."

When this doesn’t happen fast enough to suit them, they try various techniques to get their way. They try persuasion…

"Let us out. It'll be fun."

…demands…

"You. OUT. Now."

…and enthusiasm.

"barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkBARKBARKBARKbarkbarkbark. Barkbark."

This last reminds me of old movies when a bunch of people were going fox hunting and someone in tweed, on a horse, would yell “release the hounds!” and a pack of frenzied dogs would charge through a gate. Except a hound is defined as “A domestic dog of any of various breeds commonly used for hunting, characteristically having drooping ears, a short coat, and a deep resonant voice.”

"We don't identify with that community."

Ozzie and Jada wanted a name that acknowledged their persistent and insistent natures but was more representative of their fluffy selves.

"Foofoo hounds works, but our friends just call us The Foos."