Spot it is Not

I am just in from walking my dog for the first time for today. There will be another walk later on. The one thing you can guarantee as a dog owner is that your dog will want to regularly exercise you.

During the walk, she nipped off into the gorse and heather at one point to chase something. She never catches whatever it was, so I can’t tell you what it was. Rabbit, shrew, mouse, lizard. Or possibly a wind movement, with some flickering shadow catching her eye.

I should say that we are lucky enough to have some woodlands very close by to home and that, as a countryside dog, she is very fortunate to have a number of places we can go where she doesn’t always have to be on a leash.

Whatever it was that dared to make some sort of rustling sound as it moved, the reaction seemed to be instant. A sudden lightning-speed pounce at right angles to our walking direction, the wildly waving flag-like tail that signals her excitement being the last visible sign of her presence–but the crashing and sniffing still giving the audible clues–as she investigates deeper into the undergrowth.

I let her have her enjoyment of the chase and carry on walking on the path for a bit, then turn around, whistle and shout her name for her to come back to me.

Incidentally, it always gives me great pleasure that my constantly reinforced training for her to come to my feet at the sound of my two note whistle, and then sit and look up at me waiting for her treat, works so well. It has never worked on Mrs S.

I think her name is a little unusual, and thought I had chosen it well. Mrs S seemed to agree at the time, but for some reason applies a few different versions of her own when talking to the dog herself.

See if you can spot which of the names Mrs S uses for my dog is the correct one.

Piddlepops
Babybear
Hairybear
Snufflehound
DirtyMcFilthy
FilthyMcDirty
Squirt
Fluffball
Schnuffly
Pookyface
Scruffbag
Poobag
Fleabag
Shitbag
Fartfeatures
Myfanwy
Popster
Pupster
Fluffmonster
Cuddlemonster
Tiddlypig
Grumblebum
Schnugglebuggle
Missymoo

Yes, that’s right.

Gwynnik

Gwynn is Cornish for white. The suffix ‘-ik’ makes it ‘little’ or ‘ish’. So, ‘little white thing’.

Perhaps the same is true of dogs that is apparently true of cats, according to this quote from Sir Terry Pratchett.

“It’s an interesting fact that fewer than 17% of Real cats end their lives with the same name they started with. Much family effort goes into selecting one at the start, and the as the years roll by it suddenly finds itself being called Meepo or Ratbag.”


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6 thoughts on “Spot it is Not

  1. Mrs. S. is a prolific inventor; she’s got me beat, and I think Claudio is now a little jealous that he’s only got six other names… I bet Gwynnik has even more among the rodents and lizards — great dire names that translate to things like White Terror. I’ve only had one dog, a samoyed named Snow Knife; she was a country dog too and outrageously hard to keep white. ^_^

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  2. I love this–it’s so true! I hardly ever say Atlas when I’m talking to him. I usually call him either Puppy Dobkins, Master Dobkins if I’m being stern with him, Atty, or Killer McGee. He doesn’t come to any of them sadly, but he’s still young. And Gwynnick is adorable!

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