… okay, okay. It’s not a new introduction.
When we adopted the adorable if occasionally devilish puppy, we had the hardest time agreeing on names. We had lists and lists, and Turtle hated all the names that I loved, and I hated all the names that she loved. Her name was Maybeline when we adopted her, and we didn’t veer too far off the path (“May” rhymes with “Fae”…?). We agreed on the nickname “Fae” and then tried to figure out what to tack on the end. “Lin”? “Beline”? ”Gan”?
The truth of the matter is that we just don’t love it. People always think she’s a he or they ask if she’s named after the bad guy from Oliver Twist. Someone asked me if her name was Bacon after I called her at the park, and I said, “No, but maybe we should consider that…”
The biggest sign that we didn’t have quite the right name for her is that we’ve been discussing new ones for the last five and a half months. Well, we made a decision! And yesterday we made it official by taking off her old tag and putting on her new one. Introducing…
I have to say, Eleanor is not my absolute name of choice, but I love the nickname Lenny. Any Ghostwriter (wiki page here) fans out there? Lenni was my favorite. (Maybe I should have looked up that spelling before putting “Lenny” on her ID tag. Oh well.)
The logistics of dog-name-changing aren’t yet as bad as you might think. I spent the last two weeks teaching her the new names (both Eleanor and Lenny), and she comes running over if you call either one of them. Success! It seems almost easier than teaching a name the first time around; currently, Lenny and Eleanor both mean “Come here and get a treat!” while Fae and Faegan mean “Come here!” “Stop that!” “Go away!’ “Be quiet!” “Stop chasing the cats!” It was sort of nice to teach a new name in a bubble.
Look at that tail wagging (it’s the blur behind her butt): we’re all happy with the changes here!
Anyone else decide to rename a pet after a ridiculously long time? At least we made it under the year mark…