Coup d'etat

I think there's gonna be one.  The D and The Dog are ganging up on me.  Another D, Deb, is allied with them.  But I won't go down without a fight.

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?