August 19, 2005
This is an interesting article. I've had several good dogs in my life and only one had a human name.
The first dog was a mutt named "Pudgy," because he was a fat little puppy. He had a lot of black lab in him and he loved the water. He ran the woods with me all the time when I was a boy. Pudge was a damn good dog. He got hit by a car crossing Whitefield Avenue as he followed my brother one day. I still blame my brother for that. He should have NOT run across the road in traffic knowing that the dog would follow him. Pudge made it back home, but he died shortly thereafter. He's buried in my mama's back yard.
The second one was "Wiggles." He lived up to his name, too. I picked him up at the dog pound in Athens, Georgia when I was attending UGA. That was the ugliest damn dog I ever saw. He was some kind of mixed-breed, with some kind of terrier in him, and when he got excited, he bent himself into a semi-circle and beat his face with his own tail. I kept old Wigs for 15 years. That dog would rather ride in a car than eat when he was hungry. If I wanted him to come running, all I had to do was rattle my car keys. He'd hang his head out the window and slobber all down the side of my car, wherever we went, and he traveled all over the southeast United States with me.
He went deaf and blind finally. I think he got the doggy version of Alzheimer's. He's the one I shot, to put him out of his misery. I couldn't stand to see him in the shape he was at the end, and I didn't want a vet putting him to sleep. That was MY job. I cried like a baby afterward, but I laid him down quick and easy. He never knew what hit him.
"Bud" was Jennifer's dog when I met her. He was a BIG sumbitch and mean as hell when he wanted to be, even though Jennifer had him de-nutted as a pup. (Jennifer is GOOD at de-nutting males of any species.) Bud turned out to be a great dog. He'd kill a cat when he saw one, but he was always gentle around children. He had a bark that rattled the walls. NOBODY wanted to walk into my house after they heard Bud bark.
The fucker weighed more than 90 pounds and DID NOT take shit from any other dog. He lived for 17 years and was a damn fine animal, and the only dog I ever had with a human name. I didn't name him.
Quinton told me several months ago that Bud "went crazy" and Jennifer had him put to sleep. I hated to hear that news. Bud was a good dog.
I don't want another dog now. If I get a pup, he'll probably outlive ME for a change.
But if I got one, I'd give it a doggy name, not a human one.
I've held 2 of my dogs in my arms when they were too old to enjoy life anymore and it was about the hardest thing I've ever had to do. The vet said to me that they sometimes wished the same could be done for humans when a person is in so much pain...
ps, I just read the list of top 30 bitches names and bloody hell, mine's on there...
My first dog's name was Pal. My second dog's name was Pal. My third dog's name was Pal. My fourth dog's name is Dot. Dot is female and Pal seemed more like a male name.
Puddles was my first dog (she pissed on the floor alot)
Spice was my second dog. A stray I took in.
My third dog was given to me by a lady I installed carpet for. A full blood Akita. Papers and all. We needed a creative name so we came up with Tenau Ben Neil (which is Emperor Ben Neil) Ben was my best friend in school big,clumsy oaf, and my dog resembled a St. Bernard when he was young and Neil was the St. Bernard on Topper so thats where that came from.
He just turned 13 yrs old. I don't look forward to the day I have to put him down. It will be a dark day in this house.
My favorite dog's named for my favorite western hero. Gus! Got a heart of gold AND meaner than hell.
My daughter and I have a dog named Boomer and a cat named Buffy; her nickname is Buffalo Gal. I named her Buffy because we got her when she was about 4 weeks old (son found her abandoned in the parking lot where he worked) and she slept tucked under my chin and would try to nurse against my neck. Poor baby missed her mama.
Past animal names....dog: Ian (also known as Peein' Ian because he peed when he got overly excited as a pup). Cat: Chloe, Lily, Pickles, Leia (formal name was Princess Leia), Dusty, B.C. (Big Cat - a full grown orange tomcat we adopted who ended up getting hit by a car when we lived out in the country; he dragged himself back up to the house to find us - about 300 yards - but had to be put down at the vet's), and Smiley.
I named one after his mama and daddy one time-called him two dogs fucking but mostly just dog for short.
Cripes, I wandered over here thinking I was going to get all pissed off by the legendary Acidman and instead he's got me all teary-eyed in the last 12 hours, thinking about my lost pets.
I never gave my pets people names either. Outside of Moonshine, I had one other cat I called Teeny Tiny. We got that kitten, he was about as big as a chicken egg and never got much bigger, but he had a growl like a Great Dane. That little fluff of fur could stand down the neighbor's 10 pound alley cat no problem.
Only had one dog. I called him Chum and he was a great friend in a bad time in my life. He would find me hiding and crying on the third floor after my son of a bitch first husband would beat me up. He would just lay his head in my lap and look up at me. Never moved or made a sound, not even when the old man was tearing the house up looking for me and closing in.
He got killed by a car too when that SOB took him into town and didn't watch him. I forgave him for everything else, but never for that. I still think he did on purpose because he was jealous that the dog liked me better.
Never had the heart to get another pet. I don't think I'll ever find another dog as good as Chum.
Don't see what the problem is with giving a dog a "people" name....most of them are more HUMAN than some PEOPLE I know.
I miss both of mine.
I have a cool FERRET named him
SKITTLE-BUTT. He does a lot of skittling about!
Libby and Maggie, I agree.
Ian, who was a German shorthaired pointer, was my first 'child' - we had him for 12 years. When he was about 4, he jumped a waist-high chainlink fence and caught his right front paw in it and ended up with torn ligaments. After that (especially when we lived in Colorado and the winters were cold), the joint in that paw would swell and must have bothered him something awful....he'd come up to me and hold his paw up, and I'd massage it for him, and give him baby aspirin. He'd lean against me and just sigh and moan.
Sure miss that dog - he up and disappeared one day. We never did find out what happened to him; don't know if he got stolen or killed or what.
I've always tried to give my dogs good, respectable names. None of that "Didi" or "Skippy" crap for me. In fact, if the name ends with an "ee" sound, it's unacceptable (if, when I acquire the dog it already has a name, I don't change it however).
I once had 2 male German Shepherd police dogs named, quite naturally, Manfred and Lothar.
I had a Doberman Pincher who thought about everything before he acted. His behavior was, well, conservative. I named him Neocon, but we called him Neo for short.
I once had a Daschund that I failed to properly name. Whenever my wife and I refered to her, we always spoke of the Little Dog. The name stuck.
But when I acquired the best dog I've ever had at 4 1/2 wks old, I knew she was special. I took pains naming her. She was a German Shepherd/Gray Wolf mix and she was all that. This dog once woke me in the wee hrs the night my home caught fire, thereby saving my life. When my daughter would get sick, the dog would camp out at the foot of her bed, allowing no one to come near. The dog also tore the hell outta a thief she caught breaking into my shed.
After a truly regal life she suffered a stroke at age 13 and had to be put down. I will never forget that mutt. Smart & loving, yet powerful when need be.
Her name was Sovereign.
Well, you're right....Sovereign sounds much better than Queenie....lol.
I have a little Shih a Poo and I am having a hard time picking a name for him. I call him Fat so ( but I say fas so) I have not found something else that fits him better. He is the biggest in the litter and the most loving in my opinion. There were 7 of them and I have 3 in the house now. He will be "MY" first dog! My sister had one Named Maxwell House... Max for short and he was the closest thing that I ever had to my own dog... and I never thougth that I would have one after him... he was the BEST puppy ever!! (even when he became an old man... he was always my little puppy)