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We also name the dog’s toys in order to make it easier to teach him to fetch specific items–most of them are pretty normal but he does have Squeaky Baby as well as The Entrails* (which is technically the cat’s toy but the dog likes to play with it too and he has a toybox to put it in!) That’s a little different, I guess…
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I never thought about toys. I encourage and help the kids name their stuffed animals. I even make up stories about them when we are traveling in the car.
We should start naming the dog toys, that sounds like a good idea.
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Thanks guys - and yeah, Cluricaun, that photo has really become a touchstone for me, right after photos of my kids and wife when I am on the road…
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Well clean guitars, familiar beds and a little bit of good looking pussy are just the kind of thing a guy on the road dreams about…
I’ve named all my cars; the current one (an Audi) is Zsigmund, Zsiggy for short. My I-pod is Betty, the wireless router is Oscar and the printer is Earl.
Perhaps my finest inanimate object naming moment was when I named a plotter (printer) “conspirator”.
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Well clean guitars, familiar beds and a little bit of good looking pussy are just the kind of thing a guy on the road dreams about…
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I’m not very original either - I named my first car Floyd (it was a pink Thunderbird) and my sewing machine (a Husqvarna Lena) Grandma, because Lena was my grandma’s name.
My first car already had a name when it was given to me: Percy. It was a green Datsun B210, and I always wanted to attach a die-cast Percy from Thomas the Tank Engine (who also is green) as a hood ornament.
There are a couple of objects that my wife and I have named, but it would be TMI to say what they are… I will say that their names are George and Tom.
I’m not sure if this counts as a “name” but since I was twelve or thirteen I have called TV Guide “The Bible”. It has been thus ever since. My husband and I still call it that to this day. Yea, verily.
My bestest friend ever, whom I met when she was nineteen and I eighteen, had a Dodge Dart. She called it Dottie. Dottie Dart. Between the two of us we went through six boyfriends and five heartaches in that car. She eventually sold it to buy a van. It never had a special name.
Maybe I’m just cranky, but I’ve named most of the inanimate objects in my life “stupid”. As in “Stupid vacuum cleaner tripped the stupid circuit-breaker which made the stupid TV turn off”.
We tend to be the opposite - for example, even tho our critters all have names, we tend to refer to them as Little Dog, Big Dog, and Cat (or Kitteh, if we’re in a LOLCat mode.) Over the years, we’ve had several boats, but only one is typically referred to by name rather than model, and even then, it’s the wrong name - the boat was Kyuquot, and we refer to her as Kumquat. Cute, huh? The other boats were the Hunter, the Newport, and the Fisher. Come to think of it, we occasionally call our current vessel the Islander, since we’re still working on naming it.
The '67 Mustang = The Green Monster
The '97 TransAm = Big Red
The '92 Ranger = Little Red
The '99 Ranger = Medium Red
The '74 Harley = The Flame
The Lawnmower = Chomper
The bike trailer = Blackie the Mule
