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WOLF: Process for naming pets can be some serious business

COLUMN: How do you decide what's in a (pet's) name?
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Chevrolet Silverado BMX Jet Ski Lamborghini Dirt Bike (The First), or 'Chevy'.

Our esteemed colleagues at the Nanaimo News Bulletin recently released a list of the in that city.

(Spoiler alert: Buddy, Max, Charlie, Molly, Bailey, Bear, Lucy, Daisy, Bella and Jake; weÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ll check on the PQB results for you shortly)

That got me to thinkingÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ about my own history of pet ownership and how happy I always am to re-share my own naming adventures and get a chance to hear some of yours.

So, just how do you go about naming your pets?

Is there an intricate process? A gut feeling? Make use of a special naming website (they do exist)? Let your children do the honours?

I always enjoy the creative names, even if they degenerate into low-effort nicknames, like the pets were your hockey teammates.

The first pet we had when I was a young boy was a calico kitty named Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜DillyÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™, which was shortened from Dylan Thomas, my MumÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s favourite poet.

The oft-crabby Dilly lived to be 24, easily outdistancing our other cat Patches (white with patches of black, or vice-versa, depending on how you looked at it). So we didnÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™t get much chance to name endless pets.

We briefly had a Samoyed named Dakota, shortened to Cody and renamed (by me) as Cujo.

The poor pooch had a brain tumour, which when it flared up made it a growling, barking fiend.

For a short time we had another cat Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜KCÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ (short for Kitty Cat, original I know) but KC met an untimely demise.

My last Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜growing upÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ pet was Misty, another Samoyed whose full name was BurrÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s Artic Mist (and some sort of championship pedigree stuff IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ve long forgotten). Absolutely sweetheart of a dog.

Not a long list and it certainly pales in comparison to the menagerie of animals weÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ve had since I struck out on my own.

The very first kitties we ever had were Smoky (grey in colour, I mentioned IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™m very original) and his white pal Bandit.

Bandit was quickly shortened to B, but was also more inappropriately known as Blanket Humper B (shoutout to Bud Bundy).

After those two, I kind of lost my naming rights, with all the younger members of the household taking over.

After the two originals came the best dog ever, Aiko, a giant mushbag of a wolf-malamute cross whose name meant Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜loveÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™.

His partner in crime was Sam, a massive Anatonial shepherd who I guess looked like a Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜SamÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™.

Save for Aiko, I donÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™t think IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ve ever called any of the animals who came later by their actual name Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥“ unless they did something wrong.

Sam was Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜Sam ChopsÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ to most of the others, Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜Ulf SamuelssonÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™, Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜Samsonite LuggageÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ and Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜Samuel J. Chops, canine attorneyÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ to me. DonÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™t ask me to explain.

Both pooches are now in doggie heaven, along with Diesel, the black lab who became SamÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s best buddy and I called Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜DoyleÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ because that was how the two-year-old pronounced his name.

After Diesel came our current black lab, Charlie (hey, we made the list!) who I call Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜WigsÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ because when he greets you he wiggles in serpentine fashion like late-1980s Axl Rose.

He also answers to Charleston Chew, Chuckster, Charlie Bear and probably a few more nicknames IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™m not aware of.

A cornucopia of kitties have also followed the original pair.

ThereÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s been Junior Bandit (also known as Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜JubsÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™), Tommy, TJ (Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜WidgetsÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ or Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜WidgiesÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™; I donÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™t recall why); Oreo (colours like the cookie); Wookie (poor guy, wandered off one day never to be heard from again); and Taco (mostly known now as Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜TÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™, Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜BellÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ for Taco Bell, Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜Princess TÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ or simply Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜Pretty GirlÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™).

My post-Smoky favourite was Chevrolet Silverado BMX Jet Ski Lamborghini Dirt Bike (The First). A majestic orange alpha male who was named by the five-year-old lad in the house who clearly took his naming responsibilities very seriously.

Sadly, we lost Chevy (his shortened moniker) to a heart ailment when he was just five.

Along with Taco, we still have two other kitties, one with a bit of an inappropriate moniker and Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜LinkÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™, named after the video game character.

HeÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s like the aforementioned sports teammates, I just call him Linky or Art Linkletter, a TV name I remember from long ago.

ThereÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s also been a handful of fish and birds and rodents that everyone but me was interested in. WhatÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s your best pet name story? IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™d love to hear your original names and the tales behind them.

Bonus points for pics.

PQB News/Vancouver Island Free Daily editor Philip Wolf welcomes your questions, comments and story ideas. He can be reached at 250-905-0029 or via email at philip.wolf@blackpress.ca.



Philip Wolf

About the Author: Philip Wolf

IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ve been involved with journalism on Vancouver Island for more than 30 years, beginning as a teenage holiday fill-in at the old Cowichan News Leader.
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