Wow, two posts in the same day , and neither of them on my usual schedule! I may be turning into Opinionated Man, heaven help me.
After my post this morning about adopting my new Golden Retriever/German Shepherd puppy, I received a slew of email, both of them wanting to know how on earth I came up with the name Cody for my dog. Bad enough, they said, that this dog has Golden Retriever in it, but it is also a female, so shouldn’t I have found a cuter name or, at the minimum, have called her Codi instead of Cody?
Since I’ve pretty much given up the likelihood of ever being Freshly Pressed, and since most of the world doesn’t read me anyway, and those that do read me don’t much care what I write about because they enjoy anything of mine that they read, and are very supportive and appreciative of my writing, thank you very much, and hugs and kisses to all of you, and because I occasionally find run-on sentences amusing, especially if they’re followed by an ellipsis …
Sorry, lost my train of thought. Oh, right, the puppy.
We adopted the 4-month-old puppy from the SPCA on Friday and have to wait until Monday to pick her up since she has to be spayed. They had named her Izzy, and her brother and sisters were Dizzy, Lizzy and Frizzy– gotta wonder what the handler was drinking that day! I really wanted to have a new name for her before we picked her up.
My husband rejected all flowery names. He wanted to focus on the German Shepherd part of her lineage, and therefore wanted a nice, strong name. He couldn’t see himself in the backyard calling for Buttercup, Snookums, Sweetpea or CookieCakes. So I put on my thinking cap.
First I thought of Gretel– but it just didn’t seem right for this dog. In the middle of the night, I woke up and thought Amber – perfect for a large yellow female dog! My husband hated it.
She is too sweet a dog to be called Killer, Storm, Thunder or Satan.
I went online and researched doggie names. I couldn’t find anything I really liked, other than those I had already used for my two previous dogs. In desperation, I began to research human baby names, focusing on names that could be used for either boys or girls.
So, how about: Bailey, Jesse, Hunter, Kelby, Skye, Shiloh? Hubby didn’t like any of them.
Finally, the name Cody jumped out at me. When my daughters were young, they had a stuffed buffalo collection, and every single buffalo was named Cody (Cody 1, Cody 2, etc.). The second I uttered the name Cody, my husband also recalled that stuffed animal collection.
And thus, our new dog was named.
I figured my girls would be tickled by the story, but at least one of them thought it was a really dumb idea. Still, I stuck to my guns – she is my dog, after all, and none of my girls live at home. And I’m pretty sure the dog won’t care what she’s called so long as I feed her and hug her.
The dog license will be issued for “Cody” not “Codi” – deal with it.
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