Back in college I had two virtually identical black-and-white mice. ==>Castor and Pollux (of course!)
When I was first born, my parents had a black-and-white tuxedo cat with white paws. Ergo, she was named Boots.
I learned quickly that you should never name your pets immediately. They know their name, you just have to figure it out. For example, in college we acquired a gorgeous pale orange tabby, and my mom named him Cinnamon. But within a month he was called Sam, the only name he ever responded to.
And so, when I was on my own and was chosen by my Yellow Lab, I just lived with him for a while. The Shelter insisted his name was “Jack” but he completely ignored the name. I tried out all sorts of names. Then one day, I have no idea why, I called out “Maguire!” and he came running up–with that joy that only Labs really ever have–as if to say “Finally! I was beginning to worry you’d never figure out my truename!”
When we rescued our little Chiweenie, she joined Maguire, my wife and I in our new home (finally we could have more than one dog!). Same scenario. Turns out her truename was “Maggie Mae” And we had Maguire and Maggie Mae.
This past Februaury we added a third dog, a “special needs” Chihuahua that the shelter called Jingle Bell. My wife hated the name, and frankly, so did he. He acts as if he is 400 pounds, and owns everything on the block (Maggie Mae excepted–she’s top dog, only outranked in our pack by me. Yes, she pretty much ignores my wife when she calls… but comes first time, every time for me) So we tried out tough-sounding names; Butch, Bruiser, Spike, etc. We tried Rocky, and he perked up… but not quite… Rocco? YES!!! Joy and understanding came from him, and Rocco joined Maguire, and Maggie Mae.
Of course, they all have nick-names:
Maguire is called Gui (guh-why)
Maggie Mae: Baby Bog or Baby Girl
Rocco: Budder. That’s 'cause he’s my little buddy. (Seriously, that lil guy absolutely adores me, and is always with me. I never thought I’d love a little dog as much as I love my Rocco. He literally sleeps in my arms every night as I sit in my chair. NOT THE LAP. In my arms. Adorable.)