You named your dog what?!

While filling out the paperwork for a new doggy daycare for my two b kids, I realized that I didn’t actually name either one of them. Really, I have never named any pet I’ve ever owned – save for 2 gerbils in the mid-1990’s, when I was a teenager, who were both named after gansta rappers. (R.I.P little Snoop and Dre) It seems that all my pets have come with names, and I was either too afraid to rename them (identity crisis!) or too afraid of what I would name them.

My cockatiel was named Kramer by its prior owner. He looked like a Kramer – Kramer from Seinfeld to be exact with his little crest of head feathers resembling that wild hair.

My first basenji boy was the baby of the litter so he was called Baby for a long time. By the time I adopted him, his owner decided that Baby was not a proper name for a little boy, so she morphed it into Kirby – which sounded close enough to Baby that he still came when called! Made sense to me, so its stuck.

My little BRAT girl was named Sana (pronounced like sauna) when we adopted her at 5 years old. After five years of being called Sana, she probably wasn’t going to like to become Duchess or Kanga or whatever terrible name I would have chosen, so we stuck with it. (Incidentally, I did change the spelling to Saana after the 20th time someone pronounced it Santa even after I spelled it for them. I mean what full grown tri-girl looks like a Santa?!) Regardless, after having her for over a year now, Saana is just a fine name and seems to fit her.

I’m not sure I will ever adopt a dog and change its name mid-stream, but I have heard successful stories of giving a pet a new name post-rescue. But I struggle enough with whether to change my own last name post-wedding. Sorry honey, I know its been 2 years – but its still under review. Its bad enough that our vet has to look up 2 last names to find our records – yes, my kids are Kirby Brown and Saana Smith. Now I know how my sister feels picking up her son from daycare and having to prove to every new teacher that he is, in fact, her son despite the last name. So based on the naming messes I’ve created in the past, perhaps I should just leave my future basenjis’ names up to those much more creative than I.

I guess because I have never personally chosen a name for my pets, I am always fascinated with other people’s choices. Some people put tremendous thought into their dog’s name by researching the breed origin or other historical or social events and come up with very creative, ingenious names. Others think ‘gee my dog is brown, how about “Brownie”?’ or some other equally as simplistic – yet fitting – names. And since I remember dogs’ names much better than I ever remember peoples’ names (our neighbors are only known as Smokey’s mom or Guinness’s dad), I love to hear how other dogs got their names. How did you choose yours?