My wife says "Lilly" or "Rose".
How about "Daisy"?
Then when you take her in the car, you can say "I'm driving Miss Daisy"!
LJ also says "Gracie" would be a good one, or "Rainey". Or "Angel"?
Originally Posted by: Cheesey
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Daisy is a fantastic name. So much so my son named his pup Daisy Mae. She a Beagle and he wanted something Southern.
The neighbors had a Gracie. It doesn't seem right to use the name so soon after their dog passed away.
I considered Lilly and Angel. There is a girl at church named Lilly Rose so may not be the best idea to call the dog either of those.
We have a family nearby. A few of the men including one of the guys who served with my son are nicknamed Rainy.
This morning I suggested "Frosty" to my wife. And she agrees we can consider it.
The neighbors who lived next door when we moved here 30 years ago had a German Shepherd named Frosty. She saved my wife from being bitten when the Dobbie across the street came into our yard and had Rhonda penned against the garage door. The old, limping and slightly overweight GS came flying out of her garage. (She was at least 11 at the time.) She tore into the much younger Doberman and nailed her a couple of times on the back of her neck. Chased her back to her yard. If that Doberman would have still had her ears and tail they would have been drooping for sure. We asked the neighbors if we could feed Frosty dinner and they agreed. I would have given her a steak but I thought it would make her sick so we gave her a big wad of raw hamburger.
Frosty passed away a few years later. (That is probably close to 20 years ago.) Those neighbors moved away about 10 years ago. There is only one neighbor who has been around long enough to remember the original Frosty.
Funny thing is even though we still love Frosty, both of my children were "bitten" by her. Both of them were 3 years old at the time. The incidences were 3 year apart. Frosty was a sleep on her overstuffed chair in the garage. She was a very docile and loving creature who considered my kids as hers. (We didn't have a dog and the job needed to be done.) They didn't understand the axiom "Let sleeping dogs lie." They just wanted to play.
Startled, Frosty woke up and nipped them. Just as she was coming to her senses she realized what was going on and stopped short of breaking skin. Both times it was the kid's arm. Of course the kids both screamed because they were frightened. Adults ran to the cries. Frosty was very very sorry and contrite. The neighbors were apologetic. We said it was all our fault. Our children did not belong in their garage. We worked it out.
Everyone petted Frosty. She licked the kids. They were a little skittish. We sternly admonished the children not to go into someone's garage. No one held a grudge. We were sorry she passed away.
I have a thousand Frosty stories.
Yeah Frosty is going to be one of the finalist names.