Psychoanalysis of Nickname "Love Caddy B-Dog, The Forlorn Moonpuppy

So as I see it, here is the hidden meaning that my subconscious imparted in choosing this nickname (see previous post, people):

Love Caddy: Well, a golf caddy is someone who carries golf junk, right? So I carry love. Love to you folks, all my Monkey Maniacs. Yes, I am the Caddy of Love.

B-Dog: Because I am B-Dog. I just am. I am and you can't say I'm not because I can be who I wanna be.

Forlorn: From the dictionary: "Forlorn: lonely and sad; forsaken." Been there; done that. Actually, my picture was next to the entry (yes, the one with the goofball hat). But I am a chipper forlorn. Not a morose forlorn. So very chipper. As befitting my superhero status.

Moon: Because I am a poet, and a romantic. Everyone knows we romantic poets love the moon. Also, I may be a werewolf. I don't know. I keep waking up with wolf hair all over my bed. From "The Wolf Man" starring Lon Chaney, Jr.:
"Even a man who is pure in heart,
and says his prayers by night,
May become a wolf when the wolfsbane blooms
and the full moon is bright."

Puppy: See, that goes back to the whole "B-Dog" thing. Because "Dog" speaks to the fact that I am a man, whereas "puppy" testifies of my boyish playfullness. A man-boy. Or, as Muddy Waters sang it, "Mannish Boy."

There you go, people. Love Caddy B-Dog, The Forlorn Moonpuppy, your hero. But remember, since we are pals, you can just call me "B-Dog".