In the six years I’ve had him, Gordie’s picked up a few nicknames:
Princess Pretty Paws: He has to be dragged out to go when the grass is damp
Spongedog Squarepants: He drinks a bowl of water a day. At one sitting.
Yellowfoot: He pees on his paws on purpose.
Perv: he…ummm…appreciates his stuffed toys.:eek:
Do you have nicknames for your pets/SOs/Exes/ cow-irkers?
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My cat, Allie, is also known as The Princess, or as Princess Razorfang Scissorpaws.
Morning all!
Ophelia is also known as Miss Pretty Paws because she’s always shiny and clean, and has lovely pink pads on her feet. Shadow doesn’t really have any nicknames, he sometimes gets called Mr Pants for absolutely no reason at all, and also Cap’n Shadow the ship’s cat.
Is it Monday already? How did that happen? I think someone stole half my weekend.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffenatin’. YAWN 'Tis an unbelievable 72 Amurrkin out! The predicted high for the day is 81 even. Also supposed to be rainy. We shall see. Oh and mid 40s overnight tonight. Rollercoaster weather!
I don’t have any pets so no pet nicknames here. I refer to da squeeze, as OYKW and critter. When we were first together I referred to him as ACBG which a lot of y’all may remember. For those not in the know that means A Certain Burly Gentleman. However, I would not be surprised at the nicknames Mumpers give their pets and humans bein’ as we are given to nicknamin’ each other. 
Tonight is men’s night over to the church house. Thus, steaks are marinatin’ and beer is chillin’. That takes care of dindin.
Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants sustenance. Then, alas and alack, 'tis Moanday, so irk purtification must commence.
Happy Moanday Y’all!
Og, you’ve opened a real can of worms at the VunderLair.
Two of the cats are refered to by their nicknames. First is Booger, 'nuff said. Then there is Ralph, nee Cissy, who threw up constantly as a kitten. The third cat, Bella, is also known as Skunkbutt, not for smell, but because of a skin condition that caused her to loose fur on her ass, and the resultant color pattern looked like she was a skunk.
I could fill several pages with nicks for the two dogs. Individually, Freya is also refered to as Satan for her deviousness, and Loki is Tripod for his bad leg. Collectively, they are the: buttheads, knotheads, morons, heathens, four-legged fur blankets, and the perpetual 3 year olds. For added enjoyment, Loki gets a very bad case of wiggle butt (AKA a butt seizure) whenever I tell him he’s ugly, and the best way to send then outside to potty is to say in a loud voice, “Butthead Express, going out!”
The #1 rule in the house is that you are required to insult the dogs, in the proper “you’re such a good dog” tone of voice, of course.
The OP is a lot more fun to read if you assume Gordie is not a pet.
Morning all,
Current kitteh nicknames are:
Jynx = Jynxster or The Yinksters or Destro-Kitty
Orion = Dork or Senor Floofy Pants or Get Down
Azazel = The Bug
Mr. Jynxster’s given name is Sean, which my father likes to pronounce See-Ann.
11:31pm? Only in Newfoundland is that already Monday! (well, and in everywhere east of there). That’s cheating, doggio!
Smokey has many nicknames
Cat, Pretty Cat, Brush-Ho, Meatloaf, Purr-Bucket, Fuzz-Butt, Spolied Brat, the list goes on.
It’s dreary here on the Guylindt today, so über-blurf.
I almost called in sick today because … just because. But then I realized the hassle of texting my boss, calling HR, hauling out my laptop to set up my out-of-office … it was easier to just get in the shower.
There are many nicknames in my house. Winchester is usually Buddy, Danceypants, Sasshole, Sassy McMouthnoise, Puppela, Bubba, Baby, etc. Khan is also known as Handsome, Green-eyes, Old Man, Mushroomhead, Yelling Cat … the list goes on. When Sirius was still alive, he had only one nickname: Douchecat MacGillicuddy. I’m not sure why. The last name, that is. I’m well aware of why we called him Douchecat.
Roomie is still away until tomorrow. The dog has given up on ever seeing her again, I think. He’s a little traumatized from our trip to the dog park on Saturday–there was a big chocolate lab that really liked him. Followed him around for a good twenty minutes, just looking for humping opportunities. Winchester, bless his heart, didn’t bark or snap, he just constantly jumped and spun so his back end was never vulnerable. I think that’s the dog version of a rape whistle. Then two boxers bowled him over and it was time to go home. 
My husband calls our two black cats “Slippers,” as in, “If you do that again, I’ll make slippers out of you!”*
He loves his kitties and would never do anything to hurt them. He actually thinks they understand him.
Sometimes, I think they understand him better than I do!
I am no medical expert, but I have a strong feelin’ two participants I am dealin’ with suddenly waaaaaay more than I have ever needed to and over really routine stuff they should have no problems with, may be havin’ issues with dementia. Really. It’s not stubbornness or refusal to do things. It’s like all of a sudden things just do not sink in with ‘em. I’m hopin’ someone(s) in their respective families notice such things as well and urge medical attention, a thing I cannot do.
I hate seein’ stuff like this happenin’, but it’s a part of dealin’ with an older population of folks.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled MMP.
Morning, Im up, caffeinated and off today.
rosie, it was Monday in BooFae land, so it counts.
I don’t have any pets, but I named the worm that always likes to get out of the bin Escapy Joe. I don’t know if it’s the same worm, but I think it is. It’s always one of the little ones.
For once I have nothing to do on a Monday. :eek: I think I’ll knock out the last of this bag-o-bags brown version that needs cutting. There’s a yellow version I haven’t started on yet.
Big Boss called me today to find out where the big obvious manila envelope that contains a key we need to pass on is. It’s in the same place it’s been for two weeks. I almost told him “If it was a snake it would have bit you.” I may tell him that tomorrow.
My family didn’t approve of the name that I gave my last cat, but they couldn’t agree on what other name he should have. So they each used a different nickname.
I’ll be awake soon.
Happy Moonday!
It’s a sunny windy cool 62 degrees with a projected high of 66.
We had some wind and rain last night, I thought somebody was dumping gravel outside my window at 3am, but was just the rain.
Well Sah-dogs real name is Mackie. Sah-son loved Clifford the Big Red Dog and so Mackie is named after Cliffords friend Mack. He doesn’t get called too many names now that he is older but he has been known as Macadamia Nut, Wackie Mackie, and Derpy Dog. Of course he’s always Puppy to me.
Sah-son used to be my little Punkin, but if I called him that now he’d throw a pumpkin at my head. Now I call him GrumbleBump, which if he wasn’t a GrumbleBump before I called him that he will be afterwards.
Of course the others in my house have nicknames as well. I’ve been known to refer to my mother’s bf as Assholio, and HFH - House guest from Hell is the nicest of the nicknames for my sister. Usually I just call her the ‘c’ word and even my friends who hate the ‘c’ word agree that if anybody ever deserved to be called the ‘c’ word she is it.
I used to call OAOASO Misiu (teddy bear) when he was nice and Osiul (Jackass) when he wasn’t. The one name i never shared with anybody though was a play on* DudleyDoRight*.
So I guess I need to get dressed into warmer clothes and get moving. I need to get some groceries, and head up to the Farmers Co-op for some rat traps. I have to make sure they are open first, I know they are closed one day during the week and I can’t remember if it is Monday. I’m glad my mother mentioned them, they will be easier to get to than Lowes or Home Depot. If not I can head down to the feed store, I haven’t been there in so long I doubt the owner will remember me. I don’t know why I don’t think of going there, it’s never crowded and the people who work there know a lot about everything.
Nothing in the traps this morning. I swear these mice are too smart. I see where they run and that is where I put the traps and there is bait in the center of each one as well.
I regret to say that I am just as bad. Ophelia sheds fur constantly, and she is pure white so it’s very obvious where she’s been. When I am bored with vacuuming fur off the carpets, I threaten to shave her.
One of my previous cats was a persistent offender when it came to tipping over the kitchen scraps bin, my normal threat to him was to hang him up by his tail until his ears dropped off.
No doubt the neighbours would have been straight on to the Cat’s Protection people if they’d heard me…actually, probably not, at least one lot of neighbours have never been heard speaking English so maybe they wouldn’t understand.
Zippy Cat has a couple: The Zipster, and “your cat” when she misses the catbox.
New dog, Madeline, only has a few so far: Maddie, Mad Maddie, Poodah, and, unfortunately…fart dog. :rolleyes: A new one occurs to me…Pewdle!
Dearly departed chihuahua, Isa, was Isabisa, BC, Beastie, and Cujo.
Dearly departed pug, Jade, was Jadey Tadey, Jadela, and POLD (Poor Old Lady Dog).
Quiet weekend, nothing exciting to report, that’ is all.
I had a dog in the past, Yasmine, whose nickname was ‘youregonnadiedog’. She was the brattiest dog I ever had, but also one of the sweetest. Everyday when I would leave for work she would follow me to the gate and then gently take my hand in her mouth and pull me back to the house. The only time she left my side was when I was heading for the kitchen. Then she would bound ahead and sit in front of the fridge waiting for me.
She was also my hippie dippie dog. If she had been human she would have been a pot head for sure. She had long hair that parted down the middle of her back and was so fluid and loose and easy. She was also sneaky and devious as well. Many a time I’d hand out chewies to all the dogs and she’d be laying there chewing on hers with all the other dogs looking at her. I’d tell her to stand up and she’d have stolen all the chewies and was laying on top of them. I never knew how she managed to steal from everybody but she did. Sometimes she’d run to the door barking and the when I came back, nobody at the door, she’d be sitting in my chair.
Hey all!
I’m in school. Cookie situation has been somewhat sorted out - I think I found someone to take the cookies. Although I can’t really fix their over-cookedness. Though I do plan to slap a bunch of icing on them, so maybe people won’t mind.