Thursday, 26 November 2009

What's in a Name?


With the undergrowth now turned into its several shades of brown, Lily almost disappears when she pokes her head in the dead bracken.

That's why I sometimes think that "Bracken" would have been a more appropriate name for her. We chose "Lily" as a quick escape from the "Wilma" that her lovely Stoneage puppy farm had bestowed upon her before she was rescued - she has a brother called "Fred" who went to live in Southend.

If Lily had become "Bracken" then Oz should probably have been renamed "Bramble". Oz was the name bestowed upon him by his original owner, my brother. The colour of bramble would have chimed in with his own colouring, he's rambling and a bit difficult to control, and he can be a bit prickly. Bramble - perfect.


11 comments:

Dave said...

I'm not sure about the name 'Roger' either.

Macy said...

Just don't call them any semi insulting human nicknames... I've been yelling out "Ned" and "Jock" over central Scotland for the past 15 years....

Geoff said...

So Fred gets to frolic in the sea whilst Wilma gets to roll in fox poo.

They're the modern stoneage family.

KAZ said...

Continuing with the Autumnal theme - perhaps you could be renamed Old Chestnut.

Christopher said...

I see Oz is apparently blowing dandelion clocks. Any joy?

Rog said...

Dave: Nor am I. I had to give up my part time job as a cabin boy.

Macy: So has my Auntie Mary.

Geoff: Actually Oz could be Barney Rubble. Yabbadabbadoooooo!

Kaz: Very Good. I like roasting by an open fire.

Christopher: Time we got him a digital I think.

Sarah said...

Damn.... Dave beat me to it

Rog said...

Sarah: Thanks Sal.

Z said...

We changed Tilly's name from Kilda. My children promptly started calling her "Kill" for short.

When I was a child, we called a dog Huckleberry after the Hound. I still think it's the best name and will call the next puppy we have Huckleberry.

Z said...

If it's a boy, of course.

Elizabeth said...

Adorable pups, both. :) Oz looks like a Norman to me, and Lilster like Lady Ga-Ga.

My own almost-beagle is named Agamemnon. (Blame my children, please.) We settled on Aggie for practical purposes, though he himself often considers this change offensive. I think.