Oh, and I forgot Farty J. McPoofsalot. He’s kind of a flatulent dog.
Yeah, on second thought, sometimes Simone is known as Stinkbuttgirl.
My three beagles:
Gomez: Gomer, Senor Gomez Garcia Gonzalez de la Vega, Homie G., Gomez T. Beagle (the T stands for Tiberius)
Lily: Lulu, Little, Lily Loaf of Bread, The Loaf (she has a bad habit of snatching bread off the counter).
Mr. Peabody: Pooble, Big Ol’ Redbone Floppy Faced Big Headed Skinny Puppy Honey Boo Boo Dog.
Collectively: Maroons
Baby male cat - Bunnyboo, Sweetboy, Snuggleupagus, Sugarpaws
MacKenzie Female cat - Mac, Big Mac, Mac-attack, Bitey-girl
CheyAnnaFemale cat - Anna, Anna Bananas, Woollyworm, Little girl
Rummy male cat - Rumrum, Sillyboy, Snugglebug, Fluffybutt
Collectively the cats are known as the Meow Mix.
Sam is Sammi A Cat, furball, or ‘av A’ No idea the origins of the last one
Biscuit is Baby B. baby funny, or Bisquat
Either or both can be dipwad.
The dog may be named Buddy, but I usually call him Buuuuuud, like how Rudy would say on the Cosby Show.
Buster, cat: Butter Boy, Butter Bean, Simba, The Big Red One.
Pita, cat: The Lady Miss Pita, P-Cat, PITA!, GODDAMMIT PITA!, Pelonius Monk.
SBD, cat: Speedy, Speedy Petey Pooter Pie, (my favorite>) Dr. Pantherman of the Pantherman Institute for Advanced Panther Studies.
My dobie mix is Anna. She is also known as My Doggle, Anna Banna and Trouble
My two orange and white cats are Ernesto and Elliott. Together they are the OrangE Mafia. Ernesto is given the dignity of his full name, rarely he is called Nesto. Elliott is regularly called Trouble.
My horse’s barn name is GQ. He is often called G. Or Asshole. Or Old Man
Charlie: Fatty McLardass
Cute story: I teach elementary school. One day I was chit-chatting with a couple of 5th grade girls about our pets. Without thinking, I blurted that we called our cat Fatty McLardass. I immediately realized the inappropriateness of that name and sincerely apologized to the girls for my bad language. (Many teachers fear the occasion they will let a swear word slip.) The sweet little 11-year-old assured me, “Oh, that’s okay. He can’t help it that he’s fat.”