Gunther - it was his dad's name. He came to us named George but he was very young and it just didn't fit.

Squeaks (outdoor cat) - because she squeaked a lot. I was very creative.

Bob (outdoor cat) - during our local "civil unrest" this summer, our operations were moved to a fenced in building that we started referring to as the FOB. Bob was a stray that showed up at the FOB that I took home. Bob from the FOB.

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Originally posted by PHPaul:
@Sigolicious - is that his natural color or is he a Canine Senior Citizen?

He is a senior, will be 9 October 8th.

Sweet Pea, a 12yo black lab, was named after the baby in the old Popeye shows. I liked the shows. She has liv3d up to her name.
Lucy is going to be 3 in November. She’s still a pup and would better be called “crash” as she is still all for” when it comes to a ball. She was named after the red headed actress. Lucy comes running when I call her name followed by “Ricardo.”

Our 4y/o GSD is Sassanach, my wife did not want a “common” name. It comes from Outlander series.
I am told in Gaelic it means outsider, a derogatory term. In the series it is a term of endearment. After we lost my blutick a couple years back we added a 1/2 gsd 1/2 lab blockhead
In keeping with Outlander, non common he is Fergus

We had a dog when I was a kid named TwoBits because that's how much Dad bid on her at auction.

The wife and I took in a stray blacklab/coon hound/mix puppy that I named Blackie. After repeated washing, he turned out to be more dark brown than black, but the name stuck even though the color didn't.

This is “Blu” AKC Name “Blue Skies Silver Dreams”
She’s a “Blue Corgi” a genetic recessive. She and I had hit it off but the Breeder was determined to sell her far away.
She left but her owner returned her in a week. When we heard we charged up to the kennels. Blu walked out with an attitude of “Well there you are. Let’s go home!”
So we did.

12 y.o. Female MainE Coon. Adopted from a kitten rescue when she was 4 months old. Came to use with the name Jolene. I was not calling a cat that name. To country. We went with something close which was Jojo. It fit and still does.


14 y.o. Male American Shorthair Cat. Adopted at age 2. Already came to us with the name Jake firmly in place. We saw no reason to change. Sometimes he is called Jake Umms. Plus when we were looking for a cat the local rescues posted many overly descriptive advertisement headlines, however for Jake it simply read -
Jake: Cat.
That marvel of brevity made me read his profile and realize he would be the perfect older brother to Jojo. He is.

We were getting a rescue Siberian male. Had been locked in an apartment in Denver all day long, while his owners worked. He started chewing up the rugs, etc. So we took him in.His name was Kojack.

I was on my way to Sturgis and outside of Billings passed the ROSCOE STEEL warehouse. I laughed to myself; what a great name for a 1930's private eye.

So Kojack got renamed ROSCOE. He stayed with us 14 years.

Scout got her name because she was the only puppy of the litter who wasn't afraid to leave the group and explore her surroundings. As a result, she was the one who came up to me, essentially picking me to be her companion.

Our latest fur baby is named Chessie. She has a trindle or three colored coat that is primarily chestnut.

Since I have 12 cats to report on, I won't post separate photos. There will be a link to a set of Albums for each if you are interested.

Rusty. My very first kitty, born in my back yard to Little Mother (her first litter, I think). He was rust colored with a lovely white chest and feet. Little Mother was named for what she was, and remained outdoors.

Spike. One of 3 of a litter of 4 by Little Mother that ended up in my home. I don't know why I chose "Spike" -- it just seemed to fit him.

Goldie. One of Spike's littermate sisters. She was also orange with white chest, but her color was a little darker than Rusty's.

Silver. Another of Spike's littermate sisters. As a kitten she was all over gray; now she's sort of mottled gray and tan.

Smudge. A long-haired white cat (now), but when he was born he had a black mark between his ears. That mark went away when he reached about a year old. He was born to Little White Mother (you can guess how she got her name) and weaned in my back yard. Little White Mother remained outdoors, but I think she'd been a pet, by the way she acted.

Socks. He was found in the alley behind my house abandoned, with a bad right eye. He is black with gray stripes and definite white socks.

Taupe. She is Socks' littermate sister and must be about half Sealpoint Siamese by her coloration. She is also tailless with high rear quarters, so may also be part Manx. I have no idea who their mother was.

Mollie. She is my backyard outdoor cat, and I originally just called her "Mottled" because she is gray and tan mixed up. She broke her left rear leg a couple of years ago and I spent boucoup bucks getting it fixed. She is very agile and lets me pet her (and purrs).

Rusty died in 2014 at the age of 8. He'd been at the Vet for a minor operation on his ear and had heart failure afterward. I was out of town at the time and was very upset I wasn't there for him. He was a very big cat (26 lbs) and that may have contributed to his condition. He was cremated and his ashes reside in a pretty little cobalt blue glass vase.

Little White Mother disappeared a couple of years ago. She did have feline HIV so I knew she wouldn't last a long time.

Little Mother died in my back yard a year ago and is buried in the yard.

Spike died a couple of months ago. He got unresponsive and the Vet couldn't do anything for him, so he was euthanized as I held him. His ashes are also in a vase.

There are photos of all these kitties here:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/...s/72157632943756937/.

I currently have 5 indoor and 1 outdoor cat.

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Cat named Harry.
My wife found him on Campus at the University of Missouri.
He's an Orange Tiger-striped spoiled rotten POS ,But he's also only my cat.

Sig.

Our rescue orange tabby cat is named Charlie, we don't have a good reason, he looked like a "Charlie"

Dash—lab/cattle dog mix, it was his name when we found him at the shelter and he was completely unresponsive to us until we said his name, which made him perk his head up and start wagging his tail. We figured he liked it too much to change it.

Dot—another cattle dog mix, she was the very small (6 week old) version of Dash when we got her. Figured it fit the theme of small/punctuation/amazon products, and has decent offshoots like Dottie and Dotters

My current rescue cat was named Moses by the shelter.
Aint a thing religious about him though.

Chloe the Yorkie, that was one the names the wife had picked out for our daughter, I used my last veto at the time, couldn't do anything about the dog

Griswold the Cat, he's kind of a doofus, Clark the Big Ass Cat Griswold is his full name, aka Waldo, Waldo the Magnificent or CHONKERS the Cat

Snooki the Mutt, Mother in Law's dog, she was hooked on the Jersey Shore at the time, made me promise on her death bed
to take care of her dog, no specific instructions for care of the wife or grandkids

Stinky Butthole, the new kitten, self-explanatory, the wife has tried several other names,
grandkids like saying Stinky Butthole WAAAAAY too much for any of the new ones to stick.

Our GSD is Jade. When we got her I was looking through her family tree and saw that three generations back there was a Jade, and I liked it. I guess it would have been pronounced “Yah-da.”

When I was in the 3rd grade my parents got me a little dachshund/chihuahua mix, and I named her “Angie”. I had a HUGE crush on my teacher, Ann Galloway. This was 1973-74, so she often wore miniskirts which were the fashion of the day — and man, oh man, did she have the body for it! I reckon she was in her early-to-mid ‘20’s. So, I named my dog ”Angie” as a play-on-words to my sexy teacher’s name — Ann G.

Sorry, no pictures of either one of them, unfortunately.

We are a dog only family. May consider a fish or a plant, but never a cat.

I name all of the dogs since me and the wife got our first.

Males are always names associated with hunting. We have had/have:

- Chase (deceased)
- Trapper (deceased)
- Archer (Treeing Tennessee Brindle Coonhound at the top of the picture)
- Hunter (Bottom of the picture, not sure of breed)

For the ladies, the names always start with "MA" (I have no clue why I do that). We have had/have:

- Maggie (deceased)
- Matilda (Redbone Coonhound, head on top of the other dog)
- Mabel (Redbone Coonhound, looking slyly at the camera)

All of our dogs are strays, from a shelter or from a humane society. We are partial to hounds. The breed characteristics fit our way of life and my wife loves the look (especially the ears).

Mabel, the redbone looking at the camera, is our newest and the first puppy we have had in a long time. Most of the dogs we adopt are 3-6 years old. We enjoy taking older dogs and giving them an easy life for however much time they have left. Also, we like getting dogs that were in a bad situation.

Here is my pack, sunning themselves by the back slider the other day. Top to bottom are Archer, Matilda, Mabel and Hunter...