Years ago an apparently abandoned dog showed up on our property...so...we took it in...
wasn't the first, wasn't the last.. Good friends we knew had a son, about 11 years old who was an avid baseball fan.. he knew history, he knew statistics...AVID. We asked him to come up with a name for our new adoption. He said "I'll pick a name of a baseball player. What about Hank (Aaron), Mickey (Mantle), Reggie (Jackson) ? We said "well, Jerry, that's good...but...this dog is a female. Jerry sat back deep into the sofa and seemed downright despondent, but suddenly jumped up and shouted "I GOT IT!....BABE RUTH!
Originally posted by LEUR Years ago an apparently abandoned dog showed up on our property...so...we took it in...
wasn't the first, wasn't the last.. Good friends we knew had a son, about 11 years old who was an avid baseball fan.. he knew history, he knew statistics...AVID. We asked him to come up with a name for our new adoption. He said "I'll pick a name of a baseball player. What a ...[text shortened]... ondent, but suddenly jumped up and shouted "I GOT IT!....BABE RUTH!
Our cats always get human names, we don't do Fluffy or Fido. The current lot are Honey (already named when she came to us) and Lindi. My all-time favourite cat was Phillip with two Ls - he was fussy about the spelling. Had a recognisable vocabulary of 5 words and could open the refrigerator until we put a childproof lock on it.
Originally posted by apathist I mean names for pets. What, and why? They are part of your life. Tell us about them.
We have ten cats at the moment (plus two semi-detached ones who swing by occasionally). In order of seniority, Poes Poes, Tongue, Penelope (pronounced Penny Low Pee), Brutus (female), Daphne (male), Moes Moes, Zook, Binky, Ruby, Simon and Thomas. A cat originally called Minnew who was stolen from us, and who is now called Jono by the neighbour who took him, is eagerly trying to shag the aforementioned cats (especially Brutus), when he passes through, utterly beating up rivals Simon and Thomas while he's at it and whenever he can. And there is the battered and bruised tom called Edmund who sleeps under the car and never ventures into the house. A new highly strung (but constantly purring) stray has latched herself on to the household in the last week, she's Lucy.
I had an adorable hedgehog, boomer, she owned the garage. I would stash kibble bits around so she would have to hunt and gather. Oh man, she stole my ficking bag of weed. I forgave her, but why did she do this in the first place.