Last night, while Holly and I were making dinner, Gage asked if we could name the new cat Mister Squirrel. Holly said “No, she’s not a mister!”. I quickly pointed out she’s also not a squirrel, and said I’m all for the name. Holly thought about it for a second before agreeing it was a good name. Gage couldn’t believe we agreed to it, and asked “Really? we can call her that?”, then ran off to tell Roan and his friends.
I remember being a kid and wanting to name my dog Puppy. My parents refused to let me, so I tried to get away with Kitty. They again said no and named the dog Dusty. I remember being bummed because instead of my options, it got named after one of my least favourite G.I.Joes. Perhaps that had something to do with why the dog turned out to be a huge asshole.
