“Every time I went in, I visited the dogs, as I had dogs on the brain.
In fact, I had already picked out a name.
I was writing a book at the time and one of the chapters was on Bob Dylan, so I knew I wanted to call the dog, Zimmerman.
The third time there, I passed two huge German Shepherds, and in the same cage was a small Shepherd mix cowering in the corner.
I told the worker that I wanted to see that dog, and within two minutes, he was my dog.”