great dogs

I loved Ooloo and Baba as well. I don't remember Max, but I know how devastated you guys were when you had to pick between him and your Father. I'm going to add Maxie to the list. I don't know if you remember him, but he looked like Ooloo and lived next door to me.

I remember Maxie, and I liked him. I just didn't include him because I didn't think I spent enough time with him to consider that I "knew" him. I am pretty glad we decided to keep my dad, though.

Le Dookie Doo (Referred to as "Dookie" until recently when my sister brought home a boyfriend named "Duke" and so the dog has since been renamed "Doodles".)

Black Magic Brandy

Our Little Man Augie Doggie (official registered name with the AKC)
Annie Laurie

Should've renamed the boyfriend. After all, the dog was there first.

Rusty, the best dog I've ever known. Bit my leg when we met for the first time, when I was 8, but we were inseparable after that. My mom couldn't understand it.

My first dog was named Crunch.

this is off topic, as I never had a dog. The only pet i ever loved was my 1st grade mealworm Evil Knee-vil, who died while performing a daring leap over a heating vent. RIP, E.K. :-(

Ben of Smith's Blue Manor. I think Michael Flatley was my dad.

Buttons
C,mon Train (called Train for short)
Baron
Snowboy
Annie
Sheba
Caesar
Toby

My family liked dogs.

When I was 17, I brought a puppy home that I got from a hippy at a nuclear protest in Nevada (where. by the way, I was arrested along with Martin Sheen). Named him Quetzalcoatl, but we just called him Cody. Unfortunately, he ended up being a rather silly dog, not at all in keeping with his name.

Toby the Toy Poodle
Clancy the German Shepherd
Barney the MUTT
Riso the Portuguese Water Dog

The one dog I truly loved all through my childhood was very unimaginatively named Dock, because my uncle found him at the docks in Brooklyn.

I did have a fish once (whom I also loved - don't laugh) named Joralemon Cunningham. JC for short.

Snowball was our first, but the one I loved most was Kady Dog. *sniff*

Kuma.

We also had a cat named Dummer Dog, because my father found him in Fort Dummer State Park, and my mother said the only pets she could abide were dogs.

The cat that succeeded Dummer Dog was named Allergy, because my mother said no more cats, she was allergic.

Poor Mom.

Pickerella Crashcup, a St Bernard. Usually Pickie for short.

Joe Cocker...as in Cocker Spaniel.

Growing up we had a beagle mix named Bruce. For some reason that seems to make people laugh.

I used have a German Shepherd named Schatzie (it means "little treasure"), which I guess isn't that uncommon, except that apparently it's usually used for female shepherds, not male. He was a stray and I couldn't decide whether to keep him for a couple of weeks and that was just one of the temporary things I called him. When I decided to keep him, that's the one that stuck. It was a little funny because he was an old street dog with messed up ears (they folded over) and complete Eeyore attitude, and "Schatzie" seems like such a sunny, happy name.

I've now got an Auggie of my own (two "g"s), and the name fits him, but I guess it's not that strange. Our other dog is Lola, the prettiest dog in Alaska. Neither of their names are all that strange, but both have a slew of nicknames. Auggie is "The Old Senator", "Old Man", "Black Dog", and "Goofball". Lola is "Lola-Belle", "Missy Lo", "Lolo", and "Missle", among others.

A friend had a super sweet boxer name Mole (as in mole sauce). Another friend had a Bichon-Frise name Sid after Mr. Vicious.

Liebschen was the German Shepherd in the family when I was born. If you've ever lived with a Shepherd, then you understand what I mean when I say she raised me. She was put down when I was 10; she was 14.

I got Pandora, a Dalmatian, for my 8th birthday. I had her until I was 18. I showed her in jr handler and puppy shows, but when she was grown she was and inch too tall to show.

Brandy is my 9 year old mutt, ain't she cute?

I couldn't imagine life without a dog.

Chickoo, who is missed.

And Chuckly, who also has an adorable underbite!

Both names are Gujarati, and come from names my mom used to call me and my sister when we were little.

In order: Tracks, Feathers, and Pippi.

Tracks, whom friends always mistakenly called "Trixie" or some such, was a black lab with white paws. I said she seemed to have made tracks in the snow, and it stuck.

Feathers "de la Plume" was a little blonde cairn terrier. Her name comes from her feather-like tail, made prominent by the skin disease and hair loss she had picked up as a stray. (With care, the hair came back.)

Pippi (Longstocking) is more of a mutt, and about five times larger, but has the same face as Feathers (and an impossibly placid disposition, which is good considering the ADHD etc. disorders in that household).

(Why isn't this text box word wrapping?!)

When are you going to come meet The Amazing Mister Jarvis Boo?

Abby

i had a golden-retriver and chow mix named bear

i had a blacklab and chow mix that we found by the train tracks so we called him ty-ty

Most of my dogs had pretty normal names: Lady, Floyd, Salty... But we did have a Newfoundland named Excalibear.

Cats in my parent's home generally get the odd names... One of the most recent is named "Not-Elmo."

I had only Siberians and German Shepherds.

Of course, the Shepperds were Countess, run away pretty soon or that was what my mother told me, and Bizcocho de Chocolate, or Chocolate Cake, a German Shepherd mutt that followed my brothers to school one day, and kept us company for twelve years.
Another German Shepherd, Congo, because everyone was going for "Gremlin" and I couldn't have that.

The Siberians, the female with the requisite Laika, and then Misha, who was male. Untold offspring, one of which was Matea (Mate a un pajarito, I kill'd a bird, for her hunting tendencies), and Argos, for Achilles' dog.

Bernie: male St. Bernard, 180 pounds, saved children from drowning all summer, at least in his mind
Liza: female Old English Sheepdog, fought off an attacking German Shepard and saved my life
Ceasar: male Great Dane, 185 pounds, viscous killer
Ursa: female mutt, sickly and passive-aggressive
Yukon: male Siberian Husky, perhaps the world's smartest dog - somewhat of an evil genius, however
Bozeman: male St. Bernard, 165 pounds and growing, the wife calls him "stink bomb head hole".

If the wife didn't put the limit at three pets, I'd have a Bloodhound, a Black and Tan Coonhound, and a Treeing Walker Coonhound right now - I even have the names picked out: Marcel, Vernel, and O'dell.

One can never have too many dogs.

Claudius Nero Caesar. He was a dachshund.

I have loved
Hero J. Dog
Maxwell Smart
Tipper
Jake
Amanda Jane
Crystal
Snap
Rusty
Daisy
Howard
Snip
Tarufo
Nigel

and (of course) Chelsie Belle Browne. Especially her happy dance. Especially when the happy dance becomes a happy dance recital.

My grandfather had two mean ol' dogs in India. One was Pullan and one was called Sippey (the latter was the name of a famous Bollywood director). They had replaced one even meaner dog called Patton (yeah my father was in teh military and named it after the General).

If I had a dog, I'd name it Stains. So whenever I'd call for it, I'd say "Come..." you know the rest.

I'm a cat person myself...

I'm in Walgreens with my puppy, Charley, when he stops to vigorously sniff an African-American woman stocking the toothpaste shelves.

"Oh, he must smell uptown," she said, looking down at the dog.

Uptown? Did she really say that? Does life smell so different when your apartm--

"Uptown Brown," she continued. "That's my dog. Big ol' Rottweiler that likes to sit on my feet."

Now that's a good name for a dog. My other favorite is the black Tibetan terrier in my neighborhood called Maybe.

Teductos Paragoguag. Naturally, he was just called "Ted" for short.

Interesting that your latest attempt to smear Charles' name doesn't allow for comments. I wonder why? Cowardice, perhaps? Wow, are you nasty or what?

By your appearance in this thread, I take it you're saying Charles is a dog you love?

You really have no class Anil.

Prince. I loved this beautiful Alsation. He died when he was 13, just about a year ago. He's survived by long-time companion Sasha, survior of a hip surgery. I also love a cat named rowdy rangappa.

you know how bad is sucks having the name Max when your in every english book in the country as a dog. childhood hell.

Oh, this is sweet. In chronological order from childhood:

Oscar Elkin - mutt - RIP
Patrick Elkin - bassett hound - RIP
Freddie Elkin - poodle - RIP
Puff Truett - daschund - RIP
Sassy Truett - mutt - RIP
Wylie Elkin - chihuahua - RIP
Murphy Bed Elkin - Miature pinscher - alive and well.

Thanks for the memories...

I have a new bloodhound puppy that is a female i have no clue what to name it ! can someone help me out?