Ok I had a weird thought today. If you were a dog, what would you want your name to be?
Some word in Canine. As we don’t speak the language, English names just confuse us.
Good point. Let me amend the op. What would you want your name to be in English. Hypothetically you know English and speak it fluently away from humans. In front of them you rely on the canine to not make them feel inferior.
Well, since I’m capable of toying with their inferiority, I guess I’d like it if they named me Maya Balzertz, just to hear them yell it out the back door at dinnertime.
Somewhat more seriously, perhaps a name that shows respect… General Patton would be cool.
I knew a family who had a dachshund they named Mrs. Schultz… I always liked that.
I would be a German Shorthaired Pointer and my name would be Rommel.
If I was a big dog, I’d be Napoleon.
If I was a little dog, I’d be Andre (the Giant).
If I was a medium-sized dog, I’d be Anatol. Don’t ask why; I’ve always wanted a Russian name.
Well, since I’d like to be a large, intimidating dog whose bite is indeed worse than his bark (basically a domesticated wolf), I’d want a name that fits: Diablo… Lord Vader… Genghis Khan…
Can’t you picture the little kid who belongs to my human family… stepping outside, looking around, and yelling “KHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!” 
Extra words to meet the 10 letter minimum.
I was going to say Lord Vader! He was a beautiful, huge Doberman that we had to put down 1 1/2 years ago.
I’m perverse and whimsical, also very catlike. I’d want my name to be “Kitty”!
Roland, of course.
Shostakovich
I’d want to be a haughty, graceful Afgan hound with a sophisticated name like Anoushka or maybe Selena.
“Peanut” or “Louie”.
Maybe “Jellybean”.
I would be a ditzy cocker spaniel, who would be known for getting lost in the back yard.
My humans like stand on the back porch and yell “STELLA!”. Is that my name? I think it just means the door is open.
I would be an Irish Setter called Ruby or Rudy, depending on my sex of course. I love both names, but more importantly, I would know if I should really come when called. If my owner is yelling “Rewwwwwwwwwby” or “Rewwwwwwwwwdy”, I would remember to tuck my tail under my butt when I moved within swatting distance.
In English it would be “Good Boy!!!”, but in canine, it would be “King Bark-Bark, destroyer of cats, hunter of squirels, and wet-nosed alarm clock of Humans”.
Well, if I still picked the same person to be master of (my husband) in my dog life, I’d be a pug named Potato.
I think I’d want my name to be Emily or Bella, or something along those lines.
If I were a dog, I’d be better off.
I’d like to be addressed as ‘Madam.’
“Madam, will you have some liver?”
“Please make yourself comfortable, Madam.”