As you know, I am getting a puppy for Christmas, which I will pick up just before the New Year, when she is weaned. That is her to the left.
I had thought I would name her Boudica, after the ancient Celtic queen, and call her Boo for short.
Last Sunday, at our annual parish Christmas dinner dance, my friend and pastor came up with this suggestion - Josie, after our parish patron, St. Joseph. I dismissed his suggestion out of hand at the time. However, two days ago, it kept coming back into my mind. Hmmmm . . . Josie.
Now, Lou the Cat Who Is Too Friggin' Cool For Anybody is still with us. I thought, well, "Lou" and "Boo" could get confusing . . . Of course, there is the play on "Josie and the Pussycat." Those of my age will get the joke.
So, I am now down to two names - Boo and Josie. I won't pick up the puppy until the last weekend of this month, when she is weaned, so I have until then to decide. Knowing that People Who Read Blogs tend to never have problem coming up with an opinion, give me your thoughts.
BTW, Dante, my Time Share Schnauzer, had quite the social fete today. At the suggestion of the Digison, we went to a new bark park today (Costa Mesa), where once again Dante hung out with the pit bulls (I think he's trying to develop some "street creds" and shed the dorkiness of being a "priest dog"). Of course, every trip to the bark park ends with a quick swing by Petsmart, today for a pig's ear. Then he went to my house and caught the "sudden death" OT win by the San Diego Chargers. Then Dante attended the annual Floral Park Christmas Party in my neighborhood, where he played with children in the snow they trucked in, gobbled dropped cookies (and those offered by suckers . . . I mean, soft-hearted children), hobnobbed with neighborhood dogs, had his picture taken with Santa, and even took a ride in a mule-drawn carriage to view the Christmas lights.
I think Dante was ready to write a letter - Dear Daddy, it's been nice being your dog, but . . .
(In case, he's lurking about - no, Father John, I will not abscond with your dog. That would be a sin. Thou shalt not covet thy pastor's dog if you ever want to receive absolution again or have to suffer the pains of being "volunteered" in retaliation by thine pastor for various parish committees and ministries.)