A Dog by Any Other Name…

One of the best things about working from home,Β and having a husband who works for a family business on the same property, means that we get to have breakfast or lunch dates some days. πŸ™‚ This morning over a yummy breakfast of egg sandwiches, fruit, and cheesey hashbrowns, we happened upon today’s blog subject. We were laughing over how many nicknames we have for our dogs. It’s actually pretty embarassing. (Jonathan may or may not have started rapping to Gaige on his way out the door. More on that later…)

Even more strange? As I prepared to type this for the morning, I checked some of my favorite blogs for additional inspiration. It is no secret that one of my favorite blogs, and the one that inspired our journey of fosterhood, is Love & a Six-Foot Leash. Their blog post for today? “What’s in a name?” They talk about their two precious pooches, and the origination & evolution of their names. Theirs was actually the title I had already typed up for today! Too cool… if it is true that great minds think alike, then I am feeling extra bright today πŸ˜‰ (PS: If you like my blog, please don’t read theirs. You will love it so much that you will feel no need to keep up with ours! I have major blog-envy.)

Anyways, back to the main subject. I am a nickname person. It’s like a ‘thing’ of mine. People, pets, foods… you name it, I probably have some weird name for it. They tend to start as a variation of their given name, and continue to deviate to the more ridiculous. I even call my own parents Mambo and Daflop, and my brother Trevor is T-Bone. Jonathan is J, or Skin, or Bear… I think you get the idea. It is actually one of the first things Jonathan and I had in common. He called me Gwen (as in Stefani) for a solid few weeks before I knew he ‘liked’ me! πŸ˜‰ As for the dogs? See below…

Handsome Tonka-Tue!

Tonka: Tonka Tue, Tue, Tonkinator, TMan, Tuka. If he is in trouble (which is SO rare, as he is the wonder dog!) he has always been Tonka James. No idea where the middle name came from, but I highly recommend the trend.

Gaige: Jeejer, Weeje, Louise, Weezy (So what if Jonathan stretches this to include “Fo’ sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy…”? You didn’t hear that from me. Maybe his new nickname should be J.Z.)

No, he doesn’t love her at all!

It is a wonder that our dogs don’t have split personality disorders! In reality, they come to any name we call them… as long as we are happy when we say it! Jonathan disagrees with my theory, and insists that the more names you have for your dog, the more ways they know you love them! He is such a silly doggy dad.

Do you have nicknames for your pets? If so, what are they? How did they evolve? We’d love to hear your thoughts! As always, thanks for stopping by.

Yeah, he’s a tough guy…