What’s in a name?
A very long time ago I gave my little brother a cheap and nasty teddy bear. It was very small and constructed in what I can only describe as squares and rectangles.
It might have just passed muster if it had been biscuit coloured but unfortunately it was a pure shade of dun. Fortunately I gave it with love and from the very few pennies in my possession. For some unaccountable reason, he and the bear bonded. He being a youthful kind of a little brother, he concocted a lengthy, convoluted name for a bear no larger than his pudgy little hand. Jumbo Jet Teabags, as he was affectionately known for short, and my brother, were quite inseparable for many a long year. Jumbo Jet Teabags full name, is lost on my weakened memory card, but I believe he had a great number of them, one for each letter of the alphabet.
Currently we own, or rather, we adopted as family members, two cats named Unis and Rascal. They are both boys. They are both brothers. These were the only two names that my children could agree upon. Any pet I have ever owned has always been called either Fred or George. I’m not good at names. I’m great at faces.
I think these things as I sit on the floor with the experiment. The experiment is hairy rather than furry. The colour of champagne, smallish and exuberant. Like most new-borns, he is currently nameless, but responds well to everything from ‘pot of tea?’ to ‘puppy.’
The naming ceremony shall commence shortly.
I hereby declare that I am going to fudge the results. We do have a short list but if you think for one moment that I am going to be running around the neighbourhood park calling Geckcelia / Daddidiogasaurus / Minch Pin/Curly / Darky/ Fluffy Queen / Gorgeous One / Licky /Surprise /Death Wish the First/Killer Junior / Inappropriate Species, then you’ve got another thing coming my fine friend. As head poop collector, feeder, companion and mistress, that hound shall henceforward be named George. And that’s final.
Addendum.
I lied. Puppy will be called Thatcher. I bet you a farthing that you cannot guess why?
Here are a couple of unhelpful hints, “here” and “here.”
Now other people are also in need of such companions such as “Michelle’s” family over at “Full Soul Ahead,” so you may wish to pop on over and see if you might be able to “help out” with her post called “A Service Dog For Riley.”
January 4th, 2009 at 6:58 am
what a cute pup!
January 4th, 2009 at 7:44 am
Adorable face. I definitely agree with you on the names being shouted out!
CJ xx
January 4th, 2009 at 10:30 am
I think that Thatcher is quite the appropriate name and much better than George!
From the looks of those paws, Thatcher is going to be a big dog when he grows up, isn’t he?
January 4th, 2009 at 1:28 pm
adorable! Umm good luck I suppose.
January 4th, 2009 at 2:20 pm
Awww Thatcher is adorable.
I’m a firm believer in the need to test pet names by standing at the back door and screaming them outloud. Rinse and repeat until you find one you don’t feel like an idiot yelling out.
January 4th, 2009 at 3:04 pm
What a beautiful dog! I’ve been on the fence about a pet for years….just can’t seem to face it. I think Thatcher is a good name.
January 4th, 2009 at 4:26 pm
Okay, I thought of the former Prime Minister right away, but didn’t think you’d name such a darling pup after her. (Really, I thought the hints would be to previous posts by you. Surprised I was – in my best Yoda voice.)
Really. Gorgeous. Puppy.
January 4th, 2009 at 4:33 pm
He’s gorgeous! Have fun! (’Death Wish the First’ made me laugh – I should have named one of my ill-fated cats that.)
January 4th, 2009 at 5:27 pm
I echo Barbara on the naming. You’re a brave soul, Maddy. That’s going to be a BIG dog! LOL But he’s very, very cute!
January 4th, 2009 at 11:52 pm
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January 5th, 2009 at 2:31 am
Puppy is beautiful! Name is… better than Blair
January 9th, 2009 at 2:26 am
I’m amazed only one of your commenters mentioned the great names suggested. I just can’t choose which of them I like best, but my favourites are Killer Junior, Inappropriate Species, Death Wish the First and Daddidiogasaurus. So much for the short list, what about the longer list?
January 13th, 2009 at 12:00 am
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