Looking around at the chaos in the living room this morning, I was struck by the different methods we’ve used to name our pets, currently 2 dogs and 3 cats (I won’t include the children here). It made me wonder how other people name theirs. Here’s ours:
“Tempest” is what the cat people call a DLH – domestic long hair. I wasn’t around for her naming (she actually began as one of Montana Crickets roommates pets), but I’m told she was a fierce little ball-‘o-fuzz, and someone blurted out that she was a “Tempest in a tea-pot”, and it took.
“Cosmo” is a tuxedo cat, black with white bow tie and vest. Actually, this is a borrowed name, if I recall correctly. A co-worker has a cat with this name, and we liked it so much we used it on a new kitten. It has turned into a good name to modify – “Cosmo Trouble” is one of the most frequent.
“Chess” is another DLH who showed up on our back deck one day and wanted in. It’s short for Cheshire – guess which Disney movie the kids were addicted to at the time?
“Tank” is our tri-color Welsh Cardigan Corgi – long, low to the ground, and massive for a little dog, his “real” name is Shadowalk Underfoot Candletail. Shadowalk is the breeder, Underfoot because he IS!, and Candletail because of its white tip.
Finally, “Guinness” is my Brittany. Since he’s what they call liver, he’s pretty much the exact same color as the beer – dark brown with a little bit of creamy white. Note that I call him “mine” as opposed to “ours”. He recently earned the name, “Hose-monster” by eating several hundred dollars worth of drip irrigation pipe and is not being claimed by Montana Cricket as a pet, or even as a member of the family.
Some notable pets who have gone on after enriching our lives have been; “Murdock” the cat, named after “Howling Mad Murdock” of the “A-Team” for her tendency to race full tilt around the house whenever she got a wild hair, “Bob” the cat named by the roommate who believed that animals should have “people” names (interesting discussion there – interrupting your phone conversation with, “Bob, get off the counter! Outside, NOW” still makes me chuckle, especially since that’s MY name), and “Gemini” our old German Shepherd, born as one, owned by one, neurotic as hell.