A dog (a sleepy puppy, probably a Cocker Spaniel) named Floppy, presumably because of the floppy ears. I didn’t name him…he was a hand-me-down from my brother and sister. Since I was the baby, he ended up with me. I’ve often felt bad that my brother and sister have no stuffed animal from their childhood. But then I was the one obsessed with him to the point where he HAD to sleep with me every night. Somehow, one time when we went on vacation, my parents convinced me that Floppy needed to stay behind to guard the house. Bet they were really proud of themselves when that actually worked!
My friend just shared Knuffle Bunny: A Cautionary Tale with me. So sweet; the tiny girl is reunited with her bunny and “KNUFFLE BUNNY!” become her first words. 
Recently, Mr. Rilch and I were in Yosemite. The gift shop had little plush dolls designated “Camper Dude”, “Ranger” and “Hiker Dude.” I bought Hiker Dude, and while I was pondering a name for him, Mr. Rilch said, “I’ve got it: Cliff!” Perfect.
A year or so ago, I decided I wanted a bear wearing desert camo. I could only find one in standard green camo, but I was okay with that. Again, it was Mr. Rilch’s idea that I name him after one of the fallen. I did a search for casualties from West Virginia, and came up with Adam Crumpler, a Lance Corporal Marine killed during Operation Spear. On Valentine’s Day this year, Mr. Rilch gave me another bear, this one in desert camo. Since his fur was much lighter in shade than Adam’s, I decided he was a farm boy, and named him after Kyle Codner, another Lance Corporal Marine, from Nebraska. So two names live on, in a way.
Okay, first off, I don’t have any stuffed animals, check the top right corner.
But I have done something worse. I play WoW and I have named my pets in that game. My undead horse I just got is named George and I have a baby dragon hatchling named Chirpy. I think he’s cute. Shutup. Stop looking at me!
When my brother and I were kids we had a couple of stuffed animal toys. All we really did was add a “y” to the end of everything because I guess we weren’t that creative. This practice has extended past our childhood though. When my brother was in his young 20’s he developed a ganglion cyst on his wrist; then he named it… well you can probably figure what the name was.
Agh! My brother did the same thing to me when I was little. I got this white stuffed dog for Christmas one year – floppy ears, rather anthropomorphic. My younger brother viciously kidnapped him, and eventually the dog developed Stockholm Syndrome. (This is per my skilled observations as a five-year-old; I have not spoken to the dog in question since he turned his back on me.) My brother dressed him in a blue footie jogging suit from my brother’s baby days. The dog’s name? Puppy-man. Puppy-man still shows up in random spots in the house in his blue jogging suit, reminding me of how happy we were before he betrayed my love. Stupid brother!
For pets, I have my kitty, Gus. He is variously known as Gus-o-man, kitty-kitty, baby kitty, Gustopher, Gus-a-Gus-a, hey-you-stop-biting-me, Thundercat, and Gussy. His hobbies include licking toilets and enjoying the taste of human flesh.
Also in the cat line, we had a polydactyl cat named Tippy. Why? Because when she walked down the hallway, the extra claws she had would go tip-tap on the linoleum. The turned into Tippy Mouse, because she was gray, and that evolved into Tippy Moose, because she was absolutely nothing like a moose. My sister eventually adopted her and changed her name to Callie, which just goes to show my sister has no sense of whimsy.
My father named another housecat we had McDonnell Douglas, because he’s weird like that. We called him Mack. Another barn cat was named Grumman, for similar reasons. There was also a Raytheon.
The most unique stuffed animal name I had was Rutherford. Why? Because Theodore Roosevelt was a president, and so was Rutherford B. Hayes. Also, the bear wore a bowtie, and Rutherford seemed to suit him.
I was never especially creative with the teddy bear names: My favourite stuffed animal, Charity Bear, bore the name he came with. There was also a Baby Bear, a Toucan Sam, Homer the lobster (from homard, which is French for lobster), Bronto from Toronto (you’ll never guess where dad got him for me), Jumbo Toucan (yes, a very large toucan), and Fiddle Ed (a genuine Province of New Brunswick stuffed fiddlehead fern – I had quite the eclectic collection of stuffed animals).
In fact, the only permanently unexplained name was a teddy bear called Shavy Bear, whom I had from babyhood.
As for my cat, his name is Zazou, a French slang term from the 1940s designating a subculture of effete beatniks who hung around and listened to jazz all the time. I got it from the Pet Shop Boys song “In the Night.”
My son is devoted to a lumpy, grayish-brown creature we picked up in a thrift shop. (Yes, we washed it). It’s rather shapeless, with two nubs that may be arms and two others that may be ears. It has eyes and a nose but no mouth. Upon this creature I have bestowed the name Spud.
I had a teddy-bear named Teesha (I Have NO Idea), and zebra named Zebrina, and a poodle named Fifi. I don’t remember the others.
Pets I have named: I named Molly (cat) and Jasmine (dog) and Rio (cat) of my 5 current fur-babies–Ladybug (dog) and Punkin (cat) were already named. I named Trouble and his sister Mischief (actually named her first.) There was Cinnamon the Irish Setter, Midnight the setter/lab mix, Sam (cat), Johnny (dog), Pete and Willie (kittens–Willie reminded me of Willie Ames), Cassie Put (guess), Teddy and Queenie the hamsters…I can’t remember if there were more I named, since I’m growing older and have had many pets. 
No stuffies, but my cat is Ripley (thought I was being so clever, turns out there’s lots of Ripley cats out there.)
I’ve had fish named Petruchio and Kate, koi who lived together for years. And a pair of goldfish I won at a carnival I named Gildenstern and Rosencrantz. They died the next day. Prophetic naming.
My computers are Bertha, Kublai and Sherman (as in “And this is my boy, Sherman”)
My husband does most of the stuffed animal naming around here. He’s just that kind of guy. We have:
A stuffed dachshund named Frank (because he’s a wiener dog)
A stuffed horse named Buckminster Fuller (“Bucky” for short)
A rhinoceros puppet named Crash
A bunny named Pat (“Pat the Bunny”)
An owl named Feghoot
An unidentifiable fuzzy thing named Thermin the Vermin.
I have 3 stuffed lobsters I won in a crane game on 3 separate occasions, they are Thermidore, Newburg and Bisque.
I still have my original teddy bear, with the quite original name of Teddy, he’s over 40 years old, balding and has had his head sewn back on a few times … like most people over 40.
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Hi Everyone!
Among my Kitty cats, their names have been:
(1) Meep-Meep (Domestic white long-hair)
(2) Catsandra (Short hair calico)
(3) Goosie (Domestic black long-hair)
(4) Moose Meep (Short hair calico)
(5) Busy Beeps (Maine Coon Cat)
(6) Poka-tose (Calico Long-hair)
(7) Ee-oo We-oo (Burmese)
(8) Tiny Cat (Persian)
I had a very extensive collection of plush animals as a kid (still have over a hundred of 'em left, after purging), and for the most part, those that were named had human names. For example, the six currently being displayed by the bed are:
Sarah and Naomi (wolves)
Lily and Delilah (labradors)
Jesse (mutt)
Kylia (cheetah)
There were a couple that I gave generic names to, like a wolf named Wolfie, but I later thought about how boring of a name that was and renamed her Cleopatra. 
But my only pet while growing up, a black labrador, I decided to name Blitzen. Not quite sure where that came from.