I could write a flowery (silly) tribute about how Scooby Doo has been a big part of my life since I was little, how I have a scooby doo pillow case that I made that is still on my bed etc etc but instead I'll just share the following memory:
When I was age 2-4, we lived in Price. Our across the street neighbors had a little boy named Martin Sontagg who was my first boyfriend and first bestfriend outside my extended family. I think I remember watching Scooby Doo all the time in my teepee in the afternoons (hot, huh?--we were 4!). When we moved, we wrote each other letters, and one he sent me when we were in first or second grade was that he named his dog Scooby Doo. I thought it was seriously the coolest thing ever, and I think I must've been still bitter that we named my Spot, Spot.
note to my parents: Even though I understood about Dad's Spot, I still thought naming my Spot Spot was kind of dumb. But if I ever get in a situation where I have kids and a spotted puppy, Spot he'll be. My Spot needs a namesake and kids need a Spot. Oh, and I've always thought it was really cool that I got to pick out my Spot from the litter.