Languages and words evolve, and I suppose names do too. Despite my best intentions to avoid baby-talk with my dogs, I’ve lost the fight and indulge in some pretty silly nicknames.
Wolf was mostly Wolf or Wolfie, but sometimes he was Fluffernutter. Panda was mostly Panda or Pan. A friend called her Pandalina. Kestry became Treezel-Weasel, the first of the rhyming nicknames.
I first met and held Phoenix when he was two and a half weeks old, smaller than his head would turn out to be. He was the Teeny Weenie Phoenie (despite weighing between 65 and 72 pounds), Nix, and Nixisticks. Raven came home when she was seven weeks old. She was Ravey Baby, then Baby Ravey, which for some unknown reason became Baby Bee, then just Bee, which somehow morphed into Beezles. She responds to Beezles better than she does to her ‘real’ name.
Gryphon is, of course, the Spiffy Gryphy. He’s also the Spiffinator, Spaceman Spiff (from Calvin and Hobbes), and occasionally Mr. Spiffles. Seelie is Seelster and Seelie Wheelie… and sometimes Fruit Loop. Merlin may be the worst. Merlie Whirlie the Swirlie Dog. He doesn’t seem to mind.
I have to wonder how they think of me… do dogs use mental ‘words’ for their people? Do they form mental visuals? Or maybe it’s all about scent. Wish I could get inside their heads and find out.