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The Naming of Dogs

And since it would be unfair to leave our canine friends out . . .

My family also usually had a dog or two.  After I went off on my own, I didn't have one for years because I always lived in an apartment and didn't want the hassle of a dog I'd have to walk three times a day.  When it's raining or snowing or just early on Sunday, I like being able to boot the
dog out into the yard to do his business.  I don't ever want a dog unless I have a yard.

I haven't had a dog in a few years now.  Darwin is adamant that we don't have one because he want to be involved in the care of one in any way.  I haven't pushed it because we do have the cats, and a dog would be more work than I want.

Anyway, here are the dogs from my life:

Soft (I named her when I was four for obvious reasons; hit by one of the cars she liked to chase)
Barney (a big, stoooopid St. Bernard)
Cinnamon (one of Barney's puppies; hit by a car)
BJ (one of Soft's puppies; hit by a car)
Snowball (a white husky; hit by a car)
Motley (a pretty black-and-white mongrel with one ear up and one ear down; hit by a car)
Snowball II (a white Samoyed; hit by a car--you may be noticing a pattern here)
Anubis ("Nubi" for short; ran away when we moved)
Shadow (Nubi's daughter; I don't remember what happened to her)
Nubi II (lived to a ripe old age--at last!)

Here's where I moved out.  My mother's had a couple other dogs since then, but I didn't "know" any of them.

See, until the Nubi years, we lived on a road that ran parallel to one of the local freeways, and people would barrel down the pavement at 60 miles an hour.  For some reason, most of our dogs loved to chase them, and this often sealed their fate.  Nubi I and Nubi II were smart enough not to indulge in such idiocy and lived rather longer.  :)

How do you name your dogs?



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Sep. 3rd, 2016 12:50 pm (UTC)

I am (a) allergic to most breeds of dog, and (b) as a child, I was chased by three different attack dogs on three separate occasions. I am unable to trust dogs. I can make myself stay in the vicinity of small and medium size dogs, if I have to, and if my allergy meds are working, but I have to be able to see them at times. If they go somewhere I can't see them, I get very anxious (and God forbid they brush me with their tails, I jump out of my skin.) My conscious mind knows this is unreasonable, but I am stuck with it.

My wife and kids would love a dog, but the poor thing would be alone most of the day, and I would be unable to take part in its care.  It wouldn't be fair to the dog.

That said, we had a dog for three days when I young, before the attacks. His name was Rusty because he was a rust color. We kept him in the kitchen, but he would somehow escape, and sneak into my room when I was sleeping, and I'd wake with an allergy attack. My dad said that he gave Rusty to a friend who lived in PA, but my brother always believed that Dad took him to a shelter. I choose to believe Rusty lived a long, happy life in PA.

Sep. 3rd, 2016 03:01 pm (UTC)
My ex-SIL used to be very afraid of dogs, to the point where a dog sitting on a porch once trapped her in her car. Eventually, she got past it and now she actually owns a dog. (!)
Randy Kerr
Sep. 3rd, 2016 12:50 pm (UTC)
Jesus, Mary and Joseph that is a lot of dogs hit by a car.
Sep. 3rd, 2016 04:26 pm (UTC)
Penny was the poodle we had when I was a child, no idea how or why she was named that/ Eventually it turned out that Penny was allergic to people (no lie, poor thing) and lived the rest of her life on a working farm where she was able to hang with goats all day and not get terrible skin rashes.

Shana was "my" first dog - a Sammie/Sheltie mix. We had a family meeting on what to name her, and since in the discussion she kept being referred to as 'the pretty little thing" (she was), she ended up being Shana Maidel ("pretty girl" in Yiddish). Sweetest dog, but of the "oh hey mr thief, here's the silverware, will you pet me?" sort. She died of a stroke when I was in college - she would have been around eleven or twelve by then.

The current family dog is a shih-tzu named Mei-Chan. In a stunning lack of originality, my mom named her "Little girl." (she was my dad's therapy dog, now she's just a middle aged house puppy adored by everyone because she's adorkable).

I really want another dog, but until recently my life didn't allow for it, and now I'm in a building with a two-pet maximum per apartment.
Sep. 4th, 2016 12:39 am (UTC)
Wow. I've never heard of a dog being allergic to humans before.
Sep. 4th, 2016 03:17 am (UTC)
Poodles, man. Poodles.
Sep. 3rd, 2016 06:09 pm (UTC)
Dave's dogs:
Nemo (German Shepherd Dog, rescue)
Hana (lab mix, rescue)
Mira (Aussie Saluki mix - total "Miss Amphetamine Eyes," found as a puppy under a car with a chain around her neck)
Kije (German Shepherd Dog, from breeder)

Our dogs:
Oka (German Shepherd Dog, championship Schutzhund lines)
Darcy (")
Tajji (German Shepherd Dog, bred and trained by Fidelco, retired seeing eye dog) - in my icon
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