Our esteemed colleagues at the Nanaimo B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ· Bulletin recently released a list of the in that city.
(Spoiler alert: Buddy, Max, Charlie, Molly, Bailey, Bear, Lucy, Daisy, Bella and Jake; weB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ll check on the PQB results for you shortly)
That got me to thinkingB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ 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 B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜DillyB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™, which was shortened from Dylan Thomas, my MumB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™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 didnB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™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 B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜KCB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ (short for Kitty Cat, original I know) but KC met an untimely demise.
My last B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜growing upB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ pet was Misty, another Samoyed whose full name was BurrB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™s Artic Mist (and some sort of championship pedigree stuff IB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ve long forgotten). Absolutely sweetheart of a dog.
Not a long list and it certainly pales in comparison to the menagerie of animals weB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ve had since I struck out on my own.
The very first kitties we ever had were Smoky (grey in colour, I mentioned IB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™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 B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜loveB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™.
His partner in crime was Sam, a massive Anatonial shepherd who I guess looked like a B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜SamB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™.
Save for Aiko, I donB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™t think IB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ve ever called any of the animals who came later by their actual name B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·“ unless they did something wrong.
Sam was B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜Sam ChopsB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ to most of the others, B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜Ulf SamuelssonB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™, B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜Samsonite LuggageB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ and B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜Samuel J. Chops, canine attorneyB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ to me. DonB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™t ask me to explain.
Both pooches are now in doggie heaven, along with Diesel, the black lab who became SamB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™s best buddy and I called B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜DoyleB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ 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 B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜WigsB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ 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 IB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™m not aware of.
A cornucopia of kitties have also followed the original pair.
ThereB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™s been Junior Bandit (also known as B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜JubsB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™), Tommy, TJ (B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜WidgetsB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ or B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜WidgiesB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™; I donB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™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 B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜TB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™, B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜BellB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ for Taco Bell, B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜Princess TB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ or simply B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜Pretty GirlB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™).
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 B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜LinkB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™, named after the video game character.
HeB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™s like the aforementioned sports teammates, I just call him Linky or Art Linkletter, a TV name I remember from long ago.
ThereB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™s also been a handful of fish and birds and rodents that everyone but me was interested in. WhatB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™s your best pet name story? IB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™d love to hear your original names and the tales behind them.
Bonus points for pics.
PQB B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·/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.