OT skeleton from the in-laws closet

Feel free to include mine as well - I think they'd go well together!

I had a cat that came *dangerously* close to being called "little f..ker" because Idiotman (tm) kept saying things like "where's the little f..ker now?" and the name almost stuck! Needless to say, I was NOT going to take the poor kitty to the vet for his shots, etc with that name!!! So LF transmogrified to Imp. :-)

Erin (didn't help any that the vet already referred to the kitty's sister as He-Cate)

My father learned a lesson of sorts about letting the children name the new puppy shortly after seeing a Disney movie. Our German Shepherd was named Cinderella, and a few years later a cousin named one of Cinderella's puppies Tinkerbell.

Wow....that is one incredible story! Just goes to show, ya just can't make something like this up LOL

Thanks for making me smile this morning!

-Irene

"You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough." - Mae West

I had a cat just recently who rejoiced in the name of "Fugly". Poor baby was rescued with a broken jaw (from a possible car hit) and it never healed right. He drooled and slobbered, and of course couldn't groom properly. But he was SO grateful for a home, and he lived a happy and comfortable two years with me until he rebroke the jaw and I had to take him to the vet.

But his name on the vet's records was "Fugly"!

My granddaughter wanted a puppy so badly when she was 3 y.o. What stopped her parents from getting her one? She insisted it be named Nut Case.... they never figured out where she got that name, but they held off on her puppy until she thought of a better name. I don't know if they ever told her that was the reason they waited or not..... she's 12 y.o. now!

Leslie & The Furbabies in MO.

If the skeletons in my family closet were that simple.

Susan

My mother had a knack of adopting any new cat to the neighborhood, whether or not they already had a home/family/regular meals. You get the picture.

She never forgave us kids for the name we gave to a small gray Persian female who came to live with us. Her owner called her Priscilla. When she came to our house, it was changed to "Pickles", s> My father learned a lesson of sorts about letting the children name

And our DD named an English setter we once had Puff! She was in first grade and was reading about Dick and Jane and Puff and Spot. Heaven only knows why she chose the cat's name for our dog! LOL!

When I was a kid, we had a cocker spaniel named Yuto (pronounced you too). The story is that when my older sister was born, my dad bought my mom an English Setter. Shortly afterwards, our next door neighbors had a baby & they totally ignored their cocker spaniel as soon as they had the baby. It came to our house all the time & played with our dog. The next door neighbors moved & left their dog behind. When my parents called our dog for dinner or whatever, they said "you too" to the cocker spaniel. It stuck & she was forever after Yuto. Since she was a part of our lives when I was born, I never thought the name Yuto was odd, until people questioned it.

Sandy-

I've had three English Setters in the past. Aren't they just the most beautiful, elegant, silly love bugs with the loveliest, silky, stroke-able coats? If I could have found English Setters here in MO, I might not have switched to Golden Retrievers. Their bodies are quite different, but their personalities and temperaments are quite similar in the two breeds. I've had so many wonderful dogs (and cats) over the years..... I'll be mobbed when I get to Rainbow Bridge!

You used to see english and irish setters around but they seem pretty scarce these days here. They are beautiful dogs and its too bad there aren't more of them around.

The new little golden retriever here seems to be some sort of mix but the vet says she didn't think so. SHe is only 51 lbs. and looks golden but every once in awhile I see something else in her. She has made a fine companion for Georgia and she is just sweet as all get out. We call her Ginger and with the exception of Lilly cat she gets along well with everyone. She would get along better with Lilly if the darned cat would stop hissing and swatting. Poor pup doesn't have a clue since she doesn't have an aggressive bone in her body. At somewhere around 2 years old she has made a fine addition to the animal house here.

Put off the being mobbed for awhile please Leslie. They will keep and we like you here! Taria

Leslie & The Furbabies > Sandy-

Leslie, our English Setter wasn't the kind you see in the AKC books and competitions; he was much smaller -- less like an Irish Setter in body form. But he was sweet and silky! His silky hair was everywhere! LOL! As for being mobbed at the Bridge, I'll probably be less mobbed, but I expect to find a good-sized group waiting for me, too. :)

ROTFLMAO..... LOVE that story! In my line of work I often wonder at the names people give their pets and what story might lie behind it (besides a general lack of imagination. Chows named "Bear" anyone?;-). I am delighted to read one of those stories!

We had a dog come into the vet school for treatment whose name was $h!thead. Apparently he was the second of their dogs to be named thus because when we pulled the old radiographs to compare to the ones we had just taken, the old rads showed a liberal sprinkling of pellets, where someone had emptied a shotgun of birdshot at him. Maybe someone else was calling their dog by that name as well. The new rads however, didn't have any pellets in him. When confronted, the owners confessed to trying to substitute the new dog for old so they didn't have to pay a charge for a new file. Poor critter (in more ways than one...)

When I was a kid, my mom bred Lhasa Apsos (not really for profit - but because we loved dogs) ... we had four and each one was named after a Sesame Street character! :)

Cookie (Monster), Grover (Monster), Ernie, & Sweetums (Muppets - also Jim Henson!).

When I got married the first time, my husband had never had pets. So my brother and sister (who were 14 and 15?? at the time) gave us a cat. A Chocolate Point Siamese cat. We ended up naming him Ding-a-ling. Of course part of his problems might be that *his* papers said *he* was female. How a breeder could not tell the difference, even with a young cat, with a chocolate point I do not know.

This cat was with us for a l> ROTFLMAO..... LOVE that story! In my line of work I often wonder at the

DH and I were trying to do something in the garage the other day and Holly (80 lb Chesapeake Bay Retriever), the nosiest dog alive, kept getting in front of us trying to see what we were doing. I grabbed the masking tape and stuck a piece of it on her forehead. She could see it but couldn't get to it.

Bought us a good 20 minutes before she managed to rub it off. She was totally absorbed.

Cindy

We used to see English setters in every back yard, but since the quail habitat has been pretty much wiped out in this part of the country, we don't see as many upland bird dogs as we used to. Setters are great dogs and wonderful pets.

Cindy

This reminded me of a friend who had a poodle from a litter of four - called Whiskey, Brandy, Lime and Soda. She got Brandy lol

I had a cat called C'fa - and everyone used to think it was an exotic foreign name. She headed my clan at the time - C'fa, Sarah, Casey, Sook and Tinkerbell.

Casey = K.C. = Kitty Cat, Sarah after Sarah Bernhardt 'cos she always made a drama of everything, Sook was originally called Jackaranda after the native tree but he was a real woosey cat, and Tink had the tiniest daintiest feet I have ever seen on a cat.

Another family cat was called Piwackit (SP?) after the cat/witch's familiar in the old movie Bell, Book and Candle.

My own feline companions over the years have included - George - it just suited him Marroo Pitti - Aboriginal for black stripe, he was a torty with a wide black stripe down his back Soleil - a female ginger named for her sunny colour Flaccus Galba Graccus - aka Gabby, means big eared pot bellied and grey-green I think/hope, and described this baby when she arrived Enness - N.S. for No-name Slob, the cat in Breakfast at Tiffany's Caesar - who ruled the entire neighbourhood, dogs included Fang - aka Garfield, adopted by me and I thought calling a big ginger cat Garfield was mean and unimaginative so . . . . Crystal - black with a tiny white diamond mark on her chest Calico - a patchy white/black/brown kitty P.C. - 'cos he used to patrol the property and keep order

When the latest addition - Rasputin - joined me and was due to go off for that important visit to the vet, a member of rctq suggested calling him ED (short for erectile disfunction, as he was about to be deprived of certain capabilities) lol.

One of my friends names all of his dogs after Shakespearean characters (currently a pug called Iago and a bulldog called Hamlet), and another friend names her cats as numbers. It's not that she doesn't like the cats, but she figures that the cats can't pronounce any name she would give them, and most of the time they will ignore her anyway, so I in the past I have been introduced to Two and Three, and I have also met the current companions called Four and Five (very pampered pusses!).

And a current regular visitor to my house is a neighbour's cat, named after a famous beer brand.

Thanks for the giggle as I remembered all these.