Pets Names

[Bronya]

Reading Bux's response to RaeynCait's kitties names, got me to thinking. What is your pets names and how did you come up with it?

This Denver von P.I.T.A. (pain in the ass)
I got him at 6 wks on the spur of the moment. He is a pound puppy. First song I heard was John Denver who I adore. My tattoo is a sunburst for my daughter's name of Sunshine becasue of him, so what better name for my new BFF.

[Buxom Wench]

My babies are Duchess and Sir Vivor.

Duchess' full name is "Her Grace, The Duchess of York from York, New York".
She adopted me on a night after I had consumed 3 bottles of wine. I was in a really down mood and just looking into her baby face was too much to resist. She had a presence about her that just screamed REGAL.


Sir Vivor came to our house litterally within hours of either dying or being saved. My husband and daughter took him to the vet where he was given lots of different meds and then it was just a matter of "wait and see". He was a 6 pound skeleton with fur, with ick coming out of every orifice in his head. it was not a pretty sight. Today, he is a very healthy 14 1/2 pound snuggle bum.

[RaevynCait]

My heathens are:
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Bow Bits, who is a pastel calico/dilute tortie/multicolor/whatever you want to call the coloring. She was a pound kitten. I had decided that since I was moving into a place on my own, with my other cat, the late great, Rhonda Belle Princess of the World, we should have a male cat so that the answering machine could say "hi this is Raenell, Boycatname, Rhonda & I can't get to the phone right now.... blah blah, that way it didn't sound like a single female living there. Well, none of the boycats were very interesting, but Bow was all talky and purry, and ooh, scratch me please, i LOOOOOVVEE YOU, that well, I couldn't help but take her home! She got her name because when she walked, her legs looked VERY bowed. I think perhaps they were a bit bowed, but her markings made them look even moreso. From the front she looked like a little bulldog, and from behind they looked like parentheses. And Bow sounded like a man's name, so my answering machine could be what I wanted it to be.


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Leo, who is a yellow tabby was actually named Leonides by my mom when she adopted him from the pound with this grand plan to have him ride around on her power scooter with her (she was an amputee), and go places in the car with her. He was NEVER a lap cat with her, and would only sleep on the bed if he wasn't touching her. He's a big scaredycat, afraid of his own shadow most of the time. After she died, I inherited him, along with her other cat, the late great Mr. Moro, Sweetest Cat that Ever Lived. About a year after she died, I had to put down 19 year old Mr. M., and about 6 months after that, I moved with the 3 cats (Rhonda, Bow & Leo) into a tiny little apartment for a year, and then into a house. In the apartment they became strictly housecats, as opposed to indoor/outdoor. Once we moved into the house, Leo decided he was MY LAPCAT. I couldn't sit down for 10 minutes without him in my face! It's gotten more pronounced since we moved into this house last year, he sleeps with me most of the time, and is clearly MY cat.

[Lady Anisette]

Our first litter of corgis were named after liqueurs. Monk ~ frangelico; Peaches ~ peach schnapps; Boo Boo ~ sambuca; Marni ~ grand marnier; Ani ~ anisette (I took my faire name from her). The names of the liqueurs were their actual AKC names. I kid you not.

Jerry, our Aussie, was so named because he struck a striking resemblance to Jerry Garcia. He even has spectacle markings around his eyes. His litter was named after Grateful Dead songs, singers or other musicians of the times. So there was a Bobby Weir, Bill Kreutzmann, Bertha (after a song), etc. Jimi didn't like the name he originally got ~ cole porter ~ nor did he like Ritchie Havens or Smokey Robinson. Wouldn't respond to any of them. One morning his hair stuck straight up like an afro. I called him Jimi Hendrix and he came running. He wanted to be a rock star.

The second litter of corgi pups you all helped name. They were named after beers. The final litter of corgis was just one pup. He was huge at 14+ ounces at birth. My sister named him Mongo. His show name? Blazing Saddles.

The cats were both female tortoise shells..... Dizzy and Daffy Dean. My father named them after two brothers in baseball. I lost Daffy last year at age 22. Dizzy is still going at age 16. Pudly was so named because we weren't going to keep her so she wasn't going to get a real name. She passed away at age 16 during the poisoned cat food disaster.

[Gemdrite]

My two guinea pigs are Aramis and Athos. Aramis is all white with just a little black patch on his face (appropriate for a 3 Musketeers priest, I thought.) Athos is all gray and somber.

I had a hamster named D'Artagnan, and that's what started it. I had Porthos, but he kept bugging the other two and they finally ganged up on him and attacked him, so I had to get rid of him.

[Marelle]

Let's see. . . Our cats were / are:

There was Smokey, female, looked like a ghost in the windows at dusk, she was so grey. If she moved just right, or you walked past her and she moved, she reminded us of a puff of smoke.

Bandit, a female Silver Mackrel Tabby. Where there's a Smokey, you gotta have a Bandit.

They both passed away. =(

Petra, a pure bred Ruddy Abyssinian "lady", was named after the reddish brown rocks in Austrailia, I think. Also, she's as stubborn as said rocks!

Cocoa, a male tabby was named at the pound where we found him.

Azreal. Az has many names, depending on what she is doing. Banshee, because she walks around the house trilling. Demon, for when she is being a snot in general. Az or Azzy when she's being my cuddle bunny. Or Azreal when she's in trouble.
We keep getting asked if she's named after the cat on Smurfs. Depending on who's asking, yes. When she's in trouble, or I'm irritated in general, she's named after the left hand of Satan. Very Biblical, I'm guessing. She is a pound rescue who, when she got her claws clipped, could be heard over the dogs in their area. We adopted her when the pound called and said they were writing up the list of animals to put down. Since we knew she was a huge snot and nobody would adopt her because of her attitude, we went back and got her.
Yeah, out of the 3 that are still here, she's my baby.

At one point, we also had Thelma and Louise, the black hooded rats. They didn't last very long, for some reason. . . :-D

[Kathryn Blakeley]

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This is Chelsea! She's a German Shepard/Yellow Lab mix, 10 years old! My family adopted her when I was in 6th grade and she came with the name. Wouldn't think to call her anything else! :P She's a silly and crazy dog. I miss being away from her :( She gets so upset with me when I leave home for school. Sits in my doorway and refuses to move, like if she stays there, I won't be able to leave. :P (Sorry about the HUGE image there, even resizing it on photobucket hasn't helped! :/)

I think if I ever get a dog or cat on my own when I'm on my own, I want to name them after Lord of the Rings characters. :-D

[lady Amalthea]

Here are my two babies. The orange tabby is Thomas, full name is Sir Thomas of Sawyer. My mom's name is Diane Sawyer(not that one), so basically his name is Tom sawyer, but we always call him Thomas. My brother found him in our driveway about 7 years ago. Within a week he was deathly ill from what the vet called warbles. We told our vet to fix him no matter what the cost. now he;s a fat happy 20 pound 7 year old.

The little gray is my baby called Isabeau, (pronounced isaboo) I got her from a friend. She is four. Her name came from a book series I love 'The Witches of Eileanan' by kate forsythe. Mostly I call her my boo-girl or Boo-boo.

[Taffy Saltwater]

This is Shorty, my pound Pom, named because a neighbor had a Jack Russell named Shorty, which I just thought was a great name. His original name was Jocko, which was my uncle's nickname, so I knew this baby was meant for me.

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Shorty replaced my orange Pom Zippo who was put to sleep after developing a massive infection. Zippo was so named for the cigarette lighter because he had a fiery temper - my son used to call him Crackhead.

I got Zippo for a companion for my aging Scotty Pickle. I'd had a Scotty named Pepper who died as a result to an allergy to the anaesthic when I took him in to be neutered (he was in love w/my arm). My 2 year old niece couldn't say Pepper, so she called him Pecker or Pickle. Since I figured I couldn't go outside & holler "PECKER" the new Scotty was named Pickle in honor of his predecessor.

As a side note, I was diagnosed w/the cancer non-Hodgkins lymphoma(lymphatic) cancer 8 years ago. Two years later Pickle was also diagnosed w/nHL & had to be euthanized shortly thereafter.

[Morgan Ravynswood]

My little man's name is Minstrel. He was named that at the humane society, and I kept it. Only fitting as I'm an early music musician! And he fits the name well. People do a double take when I say his name, they always think I say "Menstrual". We also have a puppy, which my husband named Sage.

[Cyranno DeBoberac]

I used to have a cat, but the Animal Welfare authorities took him away because I had named him "Adolph Hitler McFluffypants".

[daBaroness]

I used to have a cat, but the Animal Welfare authorities took him away because I had named him "Adolph Hitler McFluffypants".

You're such a sick bastard. Gotta love that.

[Sorcha Griannon]

This is Grace. We got her from a couple standing in front of Wal-mart when she was 6 weeks or so. My oldest, Lizzy, picked her out. I was kinda hoping she would pick the gorgeous silver with solid black striping. But, she insisted. So on the way home, my husband asks Lizzy what the kitties name was. She came right back with Grace. Where the name came from, who knows. But, she's the perfect cat for my kids. She's not afraid of either of them. She handles their playing well. No biting, scratching, hissing, ect. I tell people that the cat has no sense of self preservation. And, she thinks that I am her mommy...I can't go to the bathroom without her knocking on the door, or reaching under it. And at night, she will bug me till I go to bed so she can come in with me.
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My cat that I put down a couple years ago was the opposite of Grace. Beansidhe (banshee) was stand-offish, foul-tempered a lot of the time, and could basically care less about the humans in her life, lol. But, I had her for over 16 years. I had her put down because she had gotten to the point where I think her mind was going, and little things that wouldn't bother her previously cause her to attack. I was petting her once when I was pregnant with my oldest, she decided that she had enough, and turned and bit me on the shoulder, drawing blood (and leaving a scar). When I pushed her away, she tried to bite my face. The last straw was when i turned the vacuum on when Lizzy was 8 or 9 months old and the cat attacked me. It had never bothered her before, but I couldn't risk her attacking the baby. No matter about her faults, I missed her.


Sorcha

[daBaroness]

OK - Now that I've dealt with Bob ... (LOL)

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From left to right:

Tippi Sue
She has only 3 legs and though the breeder has taken to calling her Tripod, I thought Tippi was a little more feminine - although Tippi is nothing of the sort. She's rough, she's tough, she's a scrapper - all 6.5 lbs of her. Tippi lends itself well to all kinds of nicknames - Tip-Top, Tippi Toes, Tipirillo, etc.

Chloe Ann
Got her from a farm in Kansas where she had been raised as part of a 4H project. She came with the first name - I added Ann. Her nickname is Clo-Clo.

Pete
He's a rescue dog. No one knows what his original name was, his foster mom named him Petey and we just call him Pete. His nicknames are Piatro and Petey-Wheaty. His pirate dog name is Stink-feet Pete.

[Holly Jo Alford]

Mine (7) are named Zack - he was skinny & rescued from a farm, Cali-Cat - she's a tortise-shell calico my uncle Dave started feeding in our garage, Sebastion Catbit(or 'Bastion for short - big brother we took in in the fall of 2003 (still semi-wild, I got a tetanus shot to prove it), Clawdette - little sister (such a sweetie) to 'Bastion, Nikolai (remember where we parked tail), Charlie (short for charcole brickette) and our newest Monsiuer Noir rescued from the garage (again)
Nikolai is a big brute (but sooo sweet) of a black & white cat, he always looks like he has a tux on & his tail has a white tip (remember where we parked) (Just fits in the bathroom sink)
'Bastion is a handsome gray stripe with white undercarrige who is wirey/muscley "seargent" kinda cat and still sorta wild. (hangin' in the purple chair - lookit those eyes!)
Charlie (not pictured) is mostly black and has a white "speedo" right where you'd hava a "speedo"
All the kittens ('Bastion, Clawdette, Nikolai, Charlie, and even Monsiuer Noir) have the wierd habit/trait of BACKING up when they are afraid or want out of your arms.... genetic? gotta be!

[Margaret]

Oreo
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Zappy
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How they got their names? My daughter named them and thought the names sounded cute. These are old photos of them. Oreo is now affectionately known as "Moose Cat" because he's bigger that Zappy and not one to turn down a meal. :-D

[erinrai]

Our chihuahua is named Chartreuse, after one of my AD&D character's familiars (an imp that liked to eat toads) because he looks a bit like an imp. I don't have any pics of him on the comp and he is currently hiding under about 5 blankets because he is cold. We adopted him from a lady I used to babysit for.

Then there was Ophelia, she adopted us. We found her outside our backdoor one day and she just wouldn't leave. She had a huge gash in one of her legs. We brought her in and doctored her up. She was with us for about 9 months before going on to the other side. She was a lovely grey with white patches.

The queen of the house now is Gráinne Ní Mháill after the Irish Pirate Queen. We adopted her on St. Patrick's day, literally just minutes from them taking her to be put down. When she came home with us, she hid under the curio cabinet for a week only coming out to eat and such. Now she sleeps at my head and will head butt us if she needs (or thinks she needs) food or water. The dog cowers at her feet and she rules the roost around here.

[GoodyTombShoes]

2955I have ScuttleButt.. found in a dumpster outside my job...an EMPTY dumpster. which means she survived getting dumped out. She was maybe 2 weeks old and we fed her bottles round the clock. She's still a tiny cat. All of 6 lbs at her heaviest and she's 16yo.
There's Max the tuxedo cat who grew into his name
There's Jasper, a ginger tom who doens't know I have his balls. he lives mostly outside, brings me mice, voles, sparrows. Sleeps behind the basement door in the winter.
There's Joan, my daughter's Freaky calico. She spent too much time with my Emily and has people issues.
There was Jake, my son's kitten but he crossed the rainbow bridge just weeks ago.
There's Archie, the all white kitten with amber eyes.
There's Misty, the hubby's maine coon who refuses to leave my bedroom.
There's Scooter the Lhasa/sharpei who's knocking on heavens door.
and finally Harry the Lhasa/Pom who's Estatic in Everything he does. Even sleeping his lips curl into a smile.

[Pansy Faye]

I had a dog named Lucifer. We wanted a dog so back when we got stateside that my dad, who didn't, said the only way we could have one is if we named him Lucifer. He never thought for a moment that we would stand on the front t porch screaming 'LUCIFER COME IN THE HOUSE!" in a predominantly Italian Catholic neighborhood.

We've also had cats named, Fido, Rover, Spot, Tuxedo Junction, Pywackette, Mozart,, Mendelson, Montgomery, Somerled, Besame Mucho, Calliope, Tarzan and Jane, Buttercup, Smokey, Fudge Ripple, Tipsy and Gypsy,

[RaevynCait]

As for past pets,
the previously mentioned Rhonda Belle Princess of the World was my first pet that was totally my responsibility as far as paying for medical care, food, litter, etc. She was feral, and one of my friends who'd never had a cat at all and only mostly outdoor dogs, adopted her and tried to make her a house only cat. After about 2 months, she gave up and I adopted her, and did just fine with her as an apartment cat. Her name was already Rhonda, my mom added the Belle, and she pretty much was sure she WAS Princess of the World.

Mr. Moro Sweetest Cat that Ever Lived was adopted from the librarian at Mom's school. He was the runt, and the UGLIEST kitten you ever did see. From the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail he was about 10 inches long, but his eyes and ears were full grown. He grew up into the most beautiful, long shiny-haired cat though. It was his firm belief that the entire world loved him and wanted to hold and cuddle him all the time. Moro is Greek for baby.

Along the way there were also Smudge (who we believe has returned to us in a yellow tabby body, as Leo has almost the exact personality as he did), Mr. Tears, Pumpkin, Muffin, and Boots (the cat my parents had when I was born). For a few months we had a cocker, I think, named Goldie when I was about 2, when my parents divorced, my father decided that my brother needed a dog to keep at our house (where he no longer lived) so we had Princess who was a dalmation-setter cross and dumb as a rock but very sweet. There was also a pair of hamsters named Fat Freddy & Trackin' Tommy (don't ask, they were my brother's and he was about 7 at the time), and a parakeet that somehow pooped UPWARD (as we discovered when we gave him away and the next big wipedown of the walls for cleaning revealed a tiny bit of bird poop on the archway that was ABOVE where his cage had hung) named Budgie.

[Tempest_Gypsy]

Well, we'vce got Azrael and Gabriel, the Great Danes. Tommy named them, long before we met. Angels, I'm told, though they sure as hell don't act like it!
Queen Mab (who recently died) and Persephone the rats. Obvious where those names came from.
Rook the rescued mouse, who was so small and so white when I found him by the road that he just made me think of a chess piece.
And Phouka (poo-ka), the rescued coyote, who half the times lives up to her name, and the other half of the time should be called Short Bus. We're convinced the Wild Hunt kicked her out because she was too goofy, and that's how she wound up on our porch.

[Branwen]

First pic of my Pirate Cat: Smokey. He was a very "cool" cat, didn't really care who you were. He'd come up to you & decide if you were ok or not. He was friendly to most and would just about be there for you when you needed to pet someone. He's been gone now for about 10 years.

The next pic is of my Ash Cat. He was rescued from ADL here in San Antonio. He sorta picked me out when I went into the cattery. He just grabbed hold of the bars of the "cage" that he was in and meowed at me. He was mine, or more of I was his. When I got him home I found out the he liked to play fetch. I'd throw a cat toy for him and he would go chase after it and then he would bring it back to me to play some more. He crossed over the Rainbow Bridge on September 11, 2005.

Next is Miss Siren. I got her around October of 2005 after I had lost Ash. She was so small that 3 cookies from Subway weighed more than she did at 6-9wks of age. I was trying to think of a name that would fit her coloring/marking and the time in which I adopted her. Punkin' Spice, Witchey One and other names centered around Halloween just didn't fit her. I had her for about a week and she would follow me around and MEOW (more like a scream) non-stop. I picked her up and put her on the bed (too small to jump or crawl up on it) and looked into her face & said, "Girl, your Volume out weighs your Mass. What are you some kind of Siren?" Siren looked at me, blinked and then a little "meow" came out of her. She had named herself and she still lives up to it. Although she has gained much more weight since then and no longer weighs less than a trio of cookies.

The finial picture is of my Ursus. I went over to the animal shelter last May to volunteer as a dog walker. All of their dogs had already been spoken for so I just wandered over to the cattery. There they had a male Siamese who would NOT stop meowing the whole time I was there. I had a look at him and found out that he had some allergy issues and medical problems that needed to be maintained once he was adopted. Not that I wouldn't mind adopting a Siamese, I just couldn't afford to maintain his monthly medication. Ursus was laying in his cubby and was just acting as if nothing mattered in the World. He was named "Teddy Bear" in the shelter. I asked to look at him and my heart melted. He cuddled up to me and was just like a teddy bear in a cat body. I decided then to adopt him. I took him home and he crawled out of his carrier and looked around the apartment like "Yep, just like I left it. Home". The picture that I took on that day is the one shown. I didn't want to keep the name he had at the shelter, he may cuddle like a teddy bear, he just wasn't one. I played around with keeping true to his shelter name like; Bear, Oso, T.Bear. It just didn't fit. I was thinking about the constellations and thought about Ursa Major. Well, I was thinking out loud and thought, well he's not an Ursa as that is the feminine form of the word. When I said Ursus out loud he came running into the room and meowed at me. So he accepted his name and answered to it. I have also discovered that Ursus will also play fetch, although he is a bit more obsessed with the game.
He may be Ursus, but he's also a Hoover. He's much like the vacuum when it comes to his food bowl. He will hover over the bowl and hoover up all of the food that's in it in one sitting.

[BlueValkyrie27]

We currently have 8 cats of various ages, all inside only. They are our children all with their own adorable quarks and personalities. As I'm sure you all know from your own little furries.

Miss Kitty at 17 is the undisputed Queen of the house. My fiance' was given her by a homeless man when he was a young kid. He named her and doesn't remember what the homeless man called her. But the name suits her well. She is a gray and white tuxedo cat complete with a cute little bow tie. ;-) She is still as feisty as the younger cats and typically wins the "playfights" with her boxing moves even though she's the only one declawed.

Teddy and Timmy are roughly 10 and came from a litter my fiance' found under his back porch. These two are a matched set so I list them here together. Both are black long-hair cats but they do have differences. If Miss Kitty is the Queen, then Timmy is most certainly the Prince. He is sleek and keeps himself well groomed. His nicknames are TimTim and Whimmy. Teddy's role in this court is the jester and resident cuddle bug. Weighing in at 23 pounds, Teddy is twice the size of his brother. He doesn't clean himself well and his fur tends to mat so we shave him twice a year. He thinks he's a teddy bear, hence the name. He has a list of nicknames too long to even keep track of but the main one is Boo or Boosin.

Sassy our neurotic calico is one of a second stray litter under the porch. She has a habit of sitting inside lamp shades and staring into the blinding light bulb from 3 inches away....:roll:. We think she may have suffered a stroke at some point and just shoo her away when we catch her. She has one definite rule: She may touch you, but you may not touch her. That is if you want to keep your skin. That behavior is what gave her the name Sassy. She's a tease, making you think she wants your love only to break your heart. I'd say her place in court is the crazy duchess who gets distracted by shiny objects

Cookie is Sassy's sister and is a grey and brown diffuse tortoise shell. She was left with only one good eye because she had an eye infection under the porch. Sadly, she was the last kitten of that litter to be caught and treated. Since that last litter we boarded up the porch so it is no longer a stray mommy magnet. Even though she is younger than Miss Kitty, Cookie reminds me of the Queen Mum.

Josie chose me. A calico that is mostly "alarmingly orange." Driving home from work about 4 years ago she was huddled out on the cement median of rt 422 a busy highway. Just as I saw her she looked up and cried out to me, we made eye contact and I knew she was my baby. I pulled off, dashed accross 2 lanes of traffic, grabbed her, got bit, wrapped her in a sweatshirt and drove her to the vet. She fit in the palm of my hand and as it turned out was too young to be weaned. I bottle fed her formula every 6 hours for 2 weeks and then slowly moved her onto real food. To this day she thinks I'm her real mommy. When I first got her I just called her Baby-girl. But one night Josie and the Pussycats was on T.V. and she was mesmerized. It is the only time I've ever seen her care about T.V. and so I named her Josie. Josie is another hefty cat, coming in at 15 pounds. She will play fetch until she can't breathe and falls over wheazing on the carpet. I usually have to pace her and stop playing before she hurts herself.

Mai Ling, our little ethnic child ;-), a siamese was dropped off and left at our vet about 2 years ago. She, like Cookie, only has one eye due to some infection and also walks with a limp from a foot wound she had before we got her. The vet called us up knowing we'd take her and now she's our little Princess. She is pampered and hogs all the best toys and beds from the other kitties. She has this semi-annoying habit of carrying stuffed animals around in her mouth like kittens and makeing strange chortleing noises really loud at 2am. Her nicknames are Lingy and linger-dinger. The second because it seems to perfectlyy describe the way she "just isn't all there" sometimes.

Finally there's our devil child, Pixie-doodle. Another calico but her coloring is almost pastel. Pink and blueish-grey and white instead of the typical orange, black, and white. She originally belonged to a family friend but when they brought home their newborn baby she went crazy and wouldn't stop trying to attack him. We took her in to save her from a shelter. She is completely bi-polar, calm and sleeping one moment, just to snap to attention the next and climb the drapes before you even realize she stood up. Her role at court is whipping boy, because we catch her being bad so much, she often gets yelled at even when we don't catch her in the act.

[LdyJhawk]

Well since I still consider them my pets, I'll add ALL of them

Taz (German Shepherd/Whippet) originally Will's dog, no idea how or why she got the name.

Darwin (Blue tick hunting beagle) was almost nearly Zero. Instead he was named after Charles Darwin who sailed on the HMS Beagle

Emma (Blue tick tri color beagle) named for Emma Darwin, Charles' wife..to continue the Darwin/Beagle trend

I very nearly got a little boy beagle as well who would have been named Charlie

[merestelle]

My cat Mischief, was found outside our apartment on the day before Halloween (mischief night) 3 years ago. As we walked out the door a little girl cried catch the kitty. So we did. When we brought it to her she informed us it wasn't hers. We tried for some time to find the owner, even asked animal control for help. We we told it was probably a stray and we might as well keep it. Well mischief certainly lived up to his name. Every night when I got home from work I would find all the trash cans knocked over. There was often evidence that he'd been climbing the curtains or table clothes pulled off. I had to lock him out of my bedroom or he would be on my head. He did get better when we moved to a house where he had other animals to play with and was able to go outside.

About 15 years ago ( in another life) We decided to get a puppy for Christmas. We had seen a beautiful Red Siberian Husky at a local pet shop. But we had wanted a pound puppy. We tried several area agencies. The Animal rescue foundation would not even let us look at the dogs. They wanted to have the entire family present to interview us then they would decide what kind of dog they thought we should have. We had wanted to surprise the boys and thought that we would prefer to make our own choice. On the way home we were still talking about what kind of dog we would want and where else we could look. We still had that Red Siberian Husky in the back of our minds. One of us thought that a Red Siberian Husky would have to be names Red Sonja. Well, that was it we had named her. We had to have her. She is now 15 and showing her age. But she is still Queen of the house.

[Isabelle Warwicke]

My horse's registered name is There I Said It Again. His barn name, and the one he answers to is Nero.

The Chinese Shar Pei puppies are called by the color ribbon around their necks (or Greeblers as a whole for the sounds they make)and, as I don't know which one I'm keeping yet, they don't have names. They are however registered for Futurity.

[celtic wench suzi]

My grandpuppy's name is Hoover. My SIL was looking for a more regal name as he is a pure breed American Bulldog (You'd assume it was after the president or the head of the FBI). But it was really because, my daughter caught him my grandson's room inhailing Monopoly houses and hotels like a vacuum cleaner.

[LdyJhawk]

My horse's registered name is There I Said It Again. His barn name, and the one he answers to is Nero.

The Chinese Shar Pei puppies are called by the color ribbon around their necks (or Greeblers as a whole for the sounds they make)and, as I don't know which one I'm keeping yet, they don't have names. They are however registered for Futurity.

*sputter* the wrinkly little faces omg!

[Ravin' Raven]

Currently I have:
Brigid Angharad Gryffudd (my St. Bernard)
and Lily Belle and Pyewacket my ferrets (Lily has a stripe down her head like Lily Munster).

I have previously owned Taliesin's Raincoer of Eagle's Vercingetorix (Rix or sweety pea as I called him - he was an Irish Wolfhound who stood over six feet tall when he stood up).

My first pet ever was a parakeet when I was a very little girl - his name was Flattleflull (because birds flattle their wings to flull)...

That's the nice thing about pets - you can call them anything so long as you say it in a nice voice and they don't need therapy when they grow up like some of these celebrity kids will...or heck even me - I HATE my middle name...

[Isabelle Warwicke]

*sputter* the wrinkly little faces omg!

I know! I just *die* every time!

Also, my Puglet neices are Noel and Penelope. The fluffy one is Dante, my newphew. My mother is thrilled, really :unamused:, that none of us have any actual children.

[Ravin' Raven]

The Chinese Shar Pei puppies are called by the color ribbon around their necks (or Greeblers as a whole for the sounds they make)and, as I don't know which one I'm keeping yet, they don't have names. They are however registered for Futurity.

I can haz wrinkley puppy....pleeze....

[Isabelle Warwicke]

I can haz wrinkley puppy....pleeze....

Meet Yellow, Peach, Black, Green and Purple.

Green and Peach are the two I'm trying to choose between.

[Buxom Wench]

Meet Yellow, Peach, Black, Green and Purple.

Green and Peach are the two I'm trying to choose between.

If you're taking opinions, (I can't believe I'm saying this), I choose Peach over Green. ONLY for the puppy choice. ;-)

[Ravin' Raven]

Meet Yellow, Peach, Black, Green and Purple.

Green and Peach are the two I'm trying to choose between.

Evil woman.....I've had a case of puppy fever for about a month....and you are not helping it!!!!

I could just smooosh the wrinkley puppy...(in a good way of course)