That was when I was a kid. Dad was always one for practicality. He wanted bird dogs for bird hunting. Plus, it works for both genders.
He didn’t have much imagination. 
Reminds me of The Simpsons where every cat they had was Snowball, even a black cat.
And this right here is why I love the SDMB and why I’ve been here for over 20 years. I’m in the middle of reading a funny/snarky thread calling out possible trolls and I get a random anatomy/brain lesson in the midst of it.
Carry on. 
Reminds me of the case of a bigamist in Germany. When he died both wives, who knew nothing of each other, were surprised that the other one turned up at the funeral; some confusion ensued. Then they discovered that he not only had given both the same nickname, but had also given their children the same names!
I guess it was his insurance in case he talked in his sleep.
Or this.
Freddie Prescott. I sound like a good friend of Bertie Wooster.
A coworker of my sister had a husband who hunted a lot. His hunting dogs were treated as workers. They weren’t abused, but he didn’t give them much affection. They also weren’t terribly lovey-dovey with him either. Then, she got a pug who followed her everywhere, and her husband found it so odd. For him, dogs were just like tools.
You’re not wrong, but a small literary clarification may be in order. The Freddie in the Wodehouse stories (formally, the Honourable Frederick Threepwood) was more likely to appear in the Blandings stories than in the Jeeves ones as Freddie was the dimwitted second son of Lord Emsworth, and a constant source of trouble. But as a dimwitted aristocrat, in the Wodehousian world he naturally belonged to the Drones Club, so he did indeed cross paths with Bertie Wooster who was of course also a member. However most Drones Club regulars were known to each other by more picturesque names like “Oofy” and “Bingo”.
I wonder if there’s any relation to Guybrush Threepwood?
My husbands Beagles are like this. They are not pets.
He lectures, to our fervent complaining to stop, about it.
But he also knows my house dogs and cats are my family and will be treated like it.
He may think it odd. I’m not sure. He’s never said.
(Of course he doesn’t actually know how much my Siamese cats cost. Shhh.)
His Beagles are named. Usually a feature they possess. There’s a cheerleader a froggy a sniff. And so forth.
LOL. Every beagle born could be named Sniff!
I originally read this a “Guybush Threepwood” which reminds me of the historical figure “Alexander Spotswood”, which I always read as “Alexander Sportswood”.
I knew a strange family that had a dog named “name” (don’t wanna say the real name). That dog died, they got another, same breed/sex and named it “name2”. That dog got parvovirus early in life and died. They found another dog, same breed/sex and named it “name3”.
I lost track of the family at that point.
My porn name would be “Randy Whittier”. Gah, even my porn name is boring. It sounds like a real name! This is why I had to develop a sense of humor.
My porn name would be “Tippy Hollywood”.
Barnaby Mulhall. Nice to meet you all.
I could go with a few combinations, but I think the worst/best would be “Pistachio West 4th,” which I think is more of a rapper name than a porn name.
I knew nothing of an actual Freddie in the stories, having never read them or watched more than a few minutes of them, I just thought it sounded like that kind of name.
Reminds me of the time the Critical Role gaming crew captured four horses. The rogue got to name them, and she named them Lou, John, W.C., and Toilet.
I never thought my dad naming his dogs “Lou” would stir up so much conversation, but here’s another example of how his lack of imagination made my mom laugh. He took a photography class and needed something “colorful” for an assignment. So he had me wear my band uniform in front of his boat and put me next to a fire extinguisher. Why? Because it was red.
I always say I’m flying into Orchard Field. Does that help?