The story of dogloose:

Back in the seventies I rented a house on El Cerrito Place in Los Angeles from Mrs. Solomon. She was an old Russian lady from the old school... so I never mailed her the rent check... each month she would come to collect. Since she had a key, she always just opened the door without knocking. And then to warn me that she had arrived she would call my name out in her thick Russian accent: "Dog-Loose... Dog-Loose". For that and a whole list of other reasons the name has stuck.