To be fair, it should be noted that although I knew it had to do with old witches and a trial, I still had to search for the specifics, as I had it in my head as something to do with Salem
She also goes by many aliases:
Sienna: Aka
'Nenna
The Nenna
Sienna-banenna -When she is being silly
Sienna-antenna - When she is in the way of the telly
Baby-banenna- When she is acting tiny and cuddly
Sienna-Muckypaws -This one is self explanitory
Cheeto-feet - for some reason her footpads smell exactly like stale cheetos
Fatty-Two-Ton
Little Baby Boogerhead
Furdottir - a sort of pseudo icelandic play on furbaby
Bug
Nenna-bug
Nonenone is the name of my fictitious dog.
All my banks want to know my dog’s name as a code question, and they won’t accept just “none” because it is too short ::go figgure::
When she’s in trouble, though, she can be called by “Sienna Marie [lastname].” Somehow she really understands that it’s BAD to be called by three names.
The big dog is a border collie/lab mix. We adopted her from a no-kill shelter. Her previous owners named her Bernadette. We call her Bernie. Boring, huh?
Our little dog is a new addition - she was wandering around our neighborhood in the dead of winter looking all forlorn and scrawny and pathetic, so we took her in. We called her Scruffy. She has since been to the vet and the groomer and her ribs are no longer prominent. She’s still called Scruffy, or Scruffinator, or Scruffnagel… She’s a cute little stinker - definitely got poodle in her, and I’m thinking maybe some dachshund, because she’s got a long body.
DustyButt, our dog is Boomer too. We got him at the start of football season, so football was on our minds. No other explanation.
The granddaughters call him Bummer. 
FCM, no picture of Bernie? I loves some Bernie.
Two beagles. Quincy and Nordberg. Nord has a great heart but always gets in trouble. Both rescued from horrible lives to accepting being spoiled as a right.
(Of course everyone knows Nordberg was OJs role in Naked Gun movies.
We have Bailey, she was suppose to be a border collie but is a black lab mix. We got her a few weeks after we had to have our beloved Dottie, who was a border collie, put down after she broke her back. My wife saw an ad in the newpaper for border collie puppies so we got her. Whereas Dottie was an extremely smart and easy to train dog, Bailey has been the exact opposite. I often refer to her as the 3rd dumbest dog in the world. She can be a good dog when she wants and just loves playing with our grandkids.
Borgi (Beagle/Corgi) #1 - Mojo. He was named after Mojo Nixon. He went to the shelter named Buddy, but he wouldn’t answer to it, and we’d just seen Mojo in concert and thought it’d be a cool name for a dog. I wanted to name him after Bloom County’s Basselope Rosebud, but DH wasn’t crazy about that.
Borgi #2 - Binkley. He was named after Bloom County’s Michael Binkley. We thought a shelter dog (originally named Puppy) was bound to have his own anxiety closet. He’s actually pretty well-adjusted.
Mutt-dog #3 - Penny. No idea of her mix. She looks like a miniature Dalmatian with a Boxer-ish body, but she’s Jack Russell size. We got her from my brother’s family when their psychotic Lab took a dislike to her, and thought it might be confusing to my niece and nephew to change her name.
Maggie is a beagle mix. She just seemed like a Maggie when I got her. If she act like an idiot, I call her Margret.
Space is a purebred Malemute rescue doggie–she was named Cheyenne when I got her but I hated the name and changed it. It’s because she’s mostly black with white speckles all over but it also refers to what’s between her ears. Also, when I was in high school the neighbor had a Malemute named Space that I used to take for walks with my dogs and he was so sweet I wanted to honor his memory. She’s also SpaceDAWG, Hairy Behemoth and Fuzzbutt. I’m not sure what the point was of naming her anything, really, as like most Malemutes she’s fiercely independent and only does what she wants!
Widget is a Border Collie/Jack Russell (?) mix, also a rescue. His original name was Dillan, again I really didn’t like the name and didn’t think it suited him even a little bit. He was originally going to be named Fidget but the SO thought that name fought, phonetically, too much with Pratchett, our indoor cat. So it mutated to Widget which is perfectly apropos for him, since a widget is a small utility that operates independently of anything else but has definite usefulness. We adopted Widget because Space was having issues with arthritis and couldn’t hike with me any more, so I needed a hiking buddy and she needed someone to keep her active and force her to exercise her back leg–we needed a Widget! It worked, too–not only am I more active but as the linked picture of Space proves she has improved to the point where she can hike again–that picture was taken in the middle of a five mile hike. Widget really completed the family–he plays with everybody, and even our grumpy older cat who hates dogs has mellowed to the point where he tries to strop himself all over Widget when he comes in the house and will even play with Space a bit, thought I’d never see that! Widget is learning the tao of tennis ball, catch and fetch, and is learning how to run along with bikes. He’s lightning fast and can keep up with me going full out on the bike–could probably outrun me, truth be told! Widget is also Widgie, Wiglet, Hooter (he makes the weirdest noises when he yawns and stretches) and BAT EARS!
Chloe, westie
Joplin is his name. I found him the day after my birthday in 1996, when my other dog, Bobbie McGee, started barking at a stray in the neighbor’s yard. Turns out the little man was probably dumped. Anyway, Bobbie McGee – Joplin. Both lab mixes (Bobbie was part border collie, part black lab) and Joplin is black lab and maybe pit mix. He’s smarter than he lets on, is an incorrigible food addict, and has a little wild streak in him, just like Janis.
Nicknames are: Jop, the Jopster, Joppy (vet calls him this, not me), Snugglebunny (not in public, please, the other dogs will laugh), and since his surgery, FrankenDog 'cause he looks like he’s been stitched back together. Responds to “What the HELL have you done now?”
Jimmy is half black Lab/half Aussie shepherd. My sister picked him up at St. James Church, where the owners were giving away puppies. She wanted me to call him St. James after the church, but that just seemed to high falutin’ for a little poopy puppy. Jimmy was a compromise. I like to call him Jimbo Jones, though.
Peaches is a cocker spaniel. We got her when she was 3 years old, and Peaches was what her prior owners called her, so we didn’t change it. I don’t know the story behind the name, but I assume it’s because she’s a fuzzy little peach of a pup.
Our departed black lab/shepard mix was Cerebus (the three-headed dog, not the comic book character, and yes I know it’s misspelled).
The current oldest boy, a black lab/chow, is Loki (pretty much self-explanatory).
The middle boy, an English Pointer, is Ellis (after Albert Ellis, who he has an autographed picture of).
The youngest boy, an Australian Cattle Dog (red heeler) mix (we have no clue what he’s mixed with; possibly Pit), is Balthazar (the Wise Man, not the actor; had I ever been saddled with a male “fruit of my loins” this was the Chosen Name).
We have cats and birds as well; Mr. Kitty frustrated me by keeping with the naming convention with “his” cat, but steering way off the road with “his” bird and the middle dog… I like things to make sense in the big-picture way, darnit!