Yes, these names just developed over time. I had Wooderson - who was a fiest mix. He did something Charlie and I call - rip and run. Born to be outside and raise hell. His names were sweet boy, woody, wooderson caputo, talkin' bout and several others. Then about a year into having Wooderson, this customer at the store I work in was buying so many cans of dog food one night, probably 30 cans. I finally said, you've got a hungry dog! She said, I have 7 pups, want one? I know my eyes lit up and I said yes without thinking.
A few days later I got Conor - he was a bulldog/boxer mix. The SWEETEST dog I've ever had. I always get misty eyed when I think about how tough he would get if he thought I was in danger. His name turned into Conor Baby and then it changed to CB for short. I also called him sweet baby sometimes when he was sitting in his chair and I'd rub his little wrinkly head. So for a little bit, it was just those two boys.
We had neighbor dogs that would roam around with them but ONE DAY someone dropped off a tiny little mutt, he followed Woody into the woods where we just happened to be and we named him Rickety Cricket. He had mange pretty bad and was skinny. He got probably his first bath, a healthy dose of mange cream and a hefty bowl of food. The next morning we went outside and they were all sleeping close ( of course my heart melted) and we started to sing for them. We said Rickety Cricks Rickety Cricks! and he danced!! Oh it was lovely.
I rambled on but I loved my boys! We had a lot of good memories with them :)
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