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!
And so, Babe Ruth it was.
Originally posted by LEURLOL... great story.
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!
And so, Babe Ruth it was.
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 apathistWe 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 mean names for pets. What, and why? They are part of your life. Tell us about them.