It all started out with naming The Dog. They called her "Baby" at the vet. I had a friend, though, who had a dog named "Baby." One day I went to visit and she showed me a headstone right by the magnolia tree. It was inscribed, "Baby, 1993 - 1994." I was confused. Turns out, it was her dog. Who wasn't buried there. Lillian Vernon had a special on personalized stone-like-resin pet memorials. Don't get me wrong. I like to give animals people names. Think Lisa Marie (may she rest in peace) and Mia Hamm(a/k/a Beulah, the Bulimic Cat). But I like specific human names. Who would name their hamster "Grandma"? Too confusing.
So back to The Dog. I called her Bailey instead of Baby. The Daddler just called her "He." Until I took Bailey to meet Charlie Brown the Weimeraner Friday night. When I decided to name her Lucy Van Pelt. Love it. She has black hair, like Lucy. And if I decide to take on her sister, I could call her Ethel. Or Sally.
Saturday morning, Deb came to take The D to lunch and to the barber, and I announced the name change. The Daddler immediately took umbrage to that. And suddenly, The Dog became "Bailey." The aphasia evaporated like the morning dew in June. Worse than that, I had trouble remembering the change. But I'm working on it. So now, every time I call The D(og) "Lucy," The D(addler) says "Bailey." Which means, her name is going to sound very lofty. I've settled on this: Lucy Van Pelt Bailey Baby Badger Hunter the Hun. That last thing is an homage to her German heritage. Oh, that reminds me. Adele has a dachshund. Cool, huh?
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