Somehow, my fat gato has persistently remained as The Fato.
word. word. word. (those are c-tines' favorite poses btw... "the over the shoulder perch" "bremen town musicians" and "modifified bremen town musicians")
It's so true. Over time our dog named Elsa has become Uncle Boodles.
My sister is particularly good at that. She had a dog named Kendall who became Kugel who became Teddy Bear...Bear...beerface...then weasel. I have no idea why, but I'm amazed her pets don't get confused.
mugar shnuffin. booger puffin.
When I was little, a brown dog showed up at our house. We lived in the country, so animals frequently showed up uninvited. We didn't intend to keep the dog, so we just referred to her as "the brown dog." She turned out to be lovely, but we never got around to changing the name, so we had Browndog for almost 15 years.
We found Brutus, who we originally named Hector. Then Brutus became Brutey, Brut, Brut-scoot, brutey-baby, then brutey-punkin-brutey-baby and occasionally: Brutus again.He loves it.
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