Your Pets' Names?

My dog (who isn’t my dog anymore (she lives with my sister)): Daisy-Bob. When we got her, we had a neighbor who had a bulldog named Rosie, so we were sort of enamored with a flower name. We were going through flower names alphabetically, so after Aster, Buttercup and Chryanthymum were exhausted we settled on Daisy. Besides, she kind of looked like Dagwood’s and Blondie’s Daisy, so it fit. Daisy-Bob, because I always wanted a dog named Bob.

Cat: Morty. Named after a non-existant 90-year-old Jewish uncle (I’m not Jewish) who my actual uncle and I did a little schtick on, eulogizing dear old departed Mort, on video years ago. It just struck me as funny to name a cat Morty.

Maine Coon: Al. A stray we took in. He was hanging around my MIL’s house, underweight and matted but already declawed, and eventually she started putting food out for him, with predictable results. Her cat didn’t like him, so he came to us, where he eventually filled out and grew so long he’s capable of taking up half of a 3-person couch.

She told us when she found him: “He told me his name is Al Franken.” Yes, the cat told her his name. :eek: She says really loopy stuff sometimes, bless her heart. We basically shrugged and shortened it to Al.

We shoulda re-named him Murphy. He makes a sound just like that sometimes, almost a low woof. (This is a cat, remember.)
Gray-and-white kitteh: Nikki. also found by MIL, except this one was around 5 weeks old at the time, a lost, starving orphan crying under some bushes in the rain. (OK, technically, my MIL’s beagle found her. Beagles are good at finding things and no, she didn’t hurt the kitten.)

Named her Nikki, because one night we were idly watching Jeff Corwin on Animal Planet and he called to one of his pets (filming @ home) and we just turned to each other and said, “Nikki. I like the sound of that.”

She almost wound up being named Molly, because she had a terrible case of ringworm on her face when she was found. With apologies to Molly Ringwold…

(Sorry, no pics - bad hard drive, bad! You just HAD to crash, huh?)
Fun pet-name-related story: for a while there we had two male Maine Coons, Al plus another even bigger guy named Clint. (Previous owners had named him after Clint Eastwood - apparently he made a squinty face on the drive home and was immediately so dubbed.) The one time I lugged both of them to the vet at the same time, I told the receptionist their names and was immediately accosted by a tiny little old lady in the waiting room, who wanted to know with a very disappointed and disapproving tone if I’d named them after Bill Clinton and Al Gore. I assured her that no such heathenry was involved (why yes, I do live in staunch Republican country, why do you ask?) and told her about Clint … but didn’t have the heart to tell her about Al. :smiley:

**Gizmo **is a Lhasa Apso/Shih Tzu mix. He was named that because my ex-husband thought he looked just like the little guy from Gremlins.

**Beans **is a Maltese mix. He’s all white so his black “man parts” really stand out. They look like two little beans. (My bf named this dog, so I cannot be held responsible)

Can’t let you down!

Scarlett

Cuervo as a baby

Currently Cuervo

Bear

My dogs:** Kea**, pronounced ‘kay-uh’, because it means ‘white’ in Hawaiian, my parents who were born and raised in Hawaii named her, and she is white and Ferdinand, Ferdy for short. I always loved that name and felt it had positive meaning for him at the time (wikipedia says: composed of the words for"prepared"/“protection”/“safety”/“peace” (frithu) and “journey”/“boldness”/“recklessness” (nantha)), since he was psychologically damaged when I got him.

My cats are named Fairuza which means ‘blue’ in Turkish - my boyfriend named her, and she is blue - and Little Caesar. I have usually called him ‘Little Baby’ since I got him, I dote on this cat disgustingly. I don’t know why his official title is Caesar, I just started calling him that, after the pizza place maybe. The original meaning was thought to be ‘head of hair’ and his only colored marking (he is white) is between his ears, so I guess that fits. And I suppose he deserves a diminutive Roman title, like I said I dote on him.

One of our best-named beasties was Bubba, a very soulful guy.

Our current dog is a female black Labrador named Patience. As it turned out, not the best match of name with personality (her nickname is “Crazypants”).

Hah, we once had a black guinea pig named Black Betty.

Ruby-

originally named after the wine grape ruby red by the breeder, she is a queen momma- she’s gained quite a bit of weight, but here she is right after she came to live with us two years ago…

I don’t use her name for security, but you are welcome to try it!!

I think I figured out photobucket.

Mort: What? I wasn’t doing nothing!

Scarlett looks like you’d better not ever lie to her, or be tardy with the food, Mr Bus Guy!

Little Cuervo looks like he’s not really sure what he’s supposed to do with that bottle next to him, but…

Current Cuervo looks like he’s figured it out and you don’t really wanna go for that Colt, do ya, pard?

And Bear: He’s just watching for your first mistake.

Together, they’re a force to be reckoned with. Make damn sure you aniticipate their needs at all times, Mr. Bus Guy!:eek:

I’m going to work my way backward with the comments for all those of you who are sending me pictures, and more about your pets.

I am enjoying the thread as well. Thanks for contributing to it and keeping a “good boy from going bad.” (I think that’s an old Highway Patrol-Broderick Crawford quote!)

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Q

For some reason, I thought that this thread applied only to dogs and cats… Also, OtherKitty is very easy to miss, since he only comes back for food, now that it’s gotten warmer. e_e;

“That blue curly shit was here when I got here! Honest!!!”

:slight_smile:

Quasi

All cats:
**Rocky **and **Mia **came to me already named.

I adopted a stray tentatively named Stinkerbell by the rescuers. It was appropriate because sometimes he could stink - and even he knew it. Those were the times he didn’t struggle in the bath. However, I re-named him Frank the Waiter. He had a big guy face and looked like he was wearing a waiter’s dinner jacket.

**Pitch Black **is also a rescued stray. He earned the name Pitch because every time he saw me, he would just pitch over onto his side and wait for petting. Once Pitch was established, Black became is obvious last name. He’s a lovely critter.

“Don’t even think about carressing my ears to keep 'em warm!”

(This is a favorite place of mine to kiss Bert, the rare times he allows himself to be held, and he’ll only stand it for so long. I suspect Ruby may not put up with it for very long, either.)

Thanks, gurujulp!:slight_smile:

Q

For the edification of our Dopers who are too young to remember RamJam:

(toin it up!):slight_smile:

Lovin’ looking at your four-footers!

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Q

Our dog Boomer was Boomer because he came to us in the fall, football season. Sadie is Sadie because she looks like a floozy. She’s a retriever/poodle mix, all blonde tousled hair, and she’ll cuddle with anybody, the slut.

I just noticed that many of your posts contain the word “rescue”, and that made me stop and think how very special that makes you and the animals you took into your lives and homes.

Y’all know that I have dedicated my whole life to animal welfare, and to see y’all just telling me about how you took these little ones into your hearts and homes, makes me feel like we’re brothers and sisters in this endeavor.

And that’s a very good feeling, indeed.

Let’s all continue doing what we can to save them, and to solidify that, when D and I can move out of our nomad lifestyle (living in an attic with just two rooms) we WILL move into a house where we can have more than just one kitty.

I write this in my C2CR2C website, but it bears repeating (with thanks to ALL of you!)

'We domesticated them, which makes us responsible." - Bill Craig, 2009

I love you guys and I love you guys who love your/our animals.

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Bill

My late cat’s name was Pinchaus.

RIP Pinchaus.

All of our pets came with their names. I know, I’m sorry!

Our dog was the third born out of six and they were given A, B, C… names by the shelter (came to the shelter with their mother at 17 days old). He is Caesar.

Our kittens were also from a shelter. They had four from the same litter and they were old (large) enough that they had been separated into two cages. One cage had Hot and Dawg, and the other cage had Ham and Burg. When we went looking my daughter liked Ham, so he’s the one we got. We were going to change his name, but we called him Ham so many times that it stuck.

Two nights later I couldn’t sleep thinking about the other poor cat that was left alone in the cage (they had been there over a month, because they were older and all the tiny, fluffy, baby cats kept being adopted). I went back for him.

So we have a Hamburg and a Caesar. Tasty.

Indeed. What a precious little one. It tears us up, doesn’t it when we lose a pet? Sometimes even more than a human? Why is that?

Rainbow Bridge! Can’t wait to cross you and see all my beloved 4-footed babies!

Rest in Peace, little Pinchaus! You are loved. Totally!

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Q

Ray the Quaker bird is named after Billy Ray Hoggard, A.C.'s late half-brother, who had owned Boo the Quaker bird. Boo was a boo-boo (i.e.: badly-timed impulse purchase).

Sonny the gray cockatiel is named after a budgie that A.C. previously owned.

Rosie the gray cockatiel had a rose-colored spot on one wing when I bought her.

Barbie the lutino cockatiel came from a friend, who gave Ken the gray cockatiel to another friend. Turned out Barbie and Ken were both female.

Chippie the Maine coon came from a different friend.

Lucky the rabbit was suggested by Dopers.

Tazzie the ferret was named after the Warner Bros. Tasmanian Devil, due to her spinning behavior.

Bear the ferret looked like a miniature black bear when we bought him. Both ferrets have since departed for the great playground in the sky.