Sitting in the pub garden. A bottle of Heineken Zero. People watching. As you do. There's a large man nearby, in cargo shorts, with a dog. A small, white perky dog with a short, erect tail. The dog is clambering all over another dog (I believe there's a technical term for that but this is a family-friendly blog). "Stop it, 'arry!" says the man. Which makes me wonder after whom is the dog named. And on what kind of whims do people name their pets?
I think I've mentioned before (Pets and Kids) that I 'ad a budgerigar which I named Little Jim, after a character in The Goon Show, which was a wireless (that's what we used to call the radio in those days) show at the time. The 50s. Here are the actors: Peter Sellers (the smooth one with wicked mimicry skills), 'arry Secombe (the Wynne Evans [see the GoCompare ads] of his day) and Spike Milligan (the completely bonkers one):
I asked my friend Tony one day why 'is pug was named Lily. "She 'ad that name when I got 'er as a rescue dog and I thought she might suffer a self-esteem crisis if I changed it" 'e replied. I may 'ave slightly embroidered that but that's the gist of it. So no 'elp in answering my question.
My first instinct with pub dog was 'arry Kane, about whom I 'ave blogged recently (As a Spurs fan...). Or Prince 'arry, about whom I 'ave never blogged. But it's just as likely that 'arry's owner was called 'arry, although that could be confusing for all concerned. Maybe a 'arry Potter fan? Large man was too young to 'ave any empathy for 'arry Truman; on a football theme, it could 'ave been 'arry Redknapp (a true 'arry if ever I saw one) or Cliff Richard.
Wait! Cliff Richard, Nigel - where does 'e fit into the 'arry pantheon? 'cos 'is real name is 'arry Rodger Webb, silly; everyone knows that.
I was mulling this over, making notes ready for the blog. "Why don't I just ask 'im?" I thought ('im being the owner not the dog). I looked up and ... they 'ad gone. Bummer, I'll never know.
My late cat, Enid, was named for my neighbour Miss Enid Kelvie because her miaow was exactly like the sound of Miss Kelvie belting out Baptist hymns on the other side of the fence.
ReplyDeleteMy present cat is Dame Coco Brownpaws because she is an oblate of the Benedictines in Hereford and has been granted special permission to wear brown instead of the customary black.
I bet you never knew that.
I never knew Cliff wasnt called Cliff.
ReplyDeleteOur incoming cat will be called Crumb. Not due to our love of baking, but that’s the story I’ll tell.
Wow comments from two people. Is that a first? It's raining cats and dogs.
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