Naming a dog is something of an art, unless it is just happenstance. After a while, one needs to stop saying “puppy” or “Pupperdoodle” or “little dog” and anoint with a proper name. We had tried out a few names here and there, and nothing much stuck. I was playing with pup with a tennis ball, and bounced it for her to catch. She liked that and after a couple of times with me, caught the ball, and began to release it herself and make it bounce and catch it. I was telling R about it, and he said maybe we should name her Martina. Martina McBride? Navratilova…or Steffi? I can miss his subtleties at times.
I hope all the R & B musicians, actors, and tennis players appreciate that we admire their qualities and consider it a tiny little “Dog Oscar, Cat Grammy, or GDA* Open” when we bestow their name on one of our beloved family members.
*Greatest Dog Athlete