Just down the road from my office is an Antique store. I love antiques and I always peek in the window to see what the guy has added. I only had my cellphone camera but snapped this wee pooch, he usually sleeps in one of the old chairs out on the foot path (pavement to some) but it is drizzling today and he is keeping watch at the door. His name is George. Isn't he cute?
I had a chat to the store owner once and commented on the dog as I had a spaniel called Cindy when I was little, she was a honey colour and had the longer face. Anyway, the owner told me that he always gets a black spaniel just like this one and he always calls his spaniels George and that THIS George was really number 4.
I suppose that takes the hassle out of deciding what to call your pet but to me that is part of the magic of gaining a pet.
Sometimes when we get stray cats in the yard we try and guess what their name is...most respond to "Get out of here". How do you decide what to call your pets?
And yes, you guessed it....I loved this song as a child (showing my age)...