I worked with a guy who named his cat “Bob.”
It struck me as funny, I don’t know why, because I’ve consciously given my pets “people names” as a way of showing respect. So I’ve had Hannah, Mike, Sammy, Alex, Mindy. I think animals are a lot smarter than people think. We shouldn’t assume because they don’t communicate the way we do that they are less intelligent. We can’t know what goes on in their heads.
Often I bestow a pet with a name that I like at the time. I’ve always like the named Hannah. It’s a palindrome (spelled the same forward and backward), and I think it’s very classy.
But I’ve also chosen pet names from books, history, and real people. I named a cat Charnesky (sic) after Andrew Charnetsky, a character in The Trumpter of Krakow, a historical YA book. I liked the sound of it. Patty was named after Egyptian queen Cleopatra and our rabbits, Donny and Marie, after the Osmond brother and sister.
Sometimes people name their pets because of certain characteristics. My mom had a reddish long-haired dachshund she called Ginger. A cat with with white feet might be called Socks. A dalmatian could be Spot or Domino. I thought it would be fun to call a chocolate Labrador Hershey.
We had a German shepherd mix named Bandit because he stole things and chewed them up.
(He chewed up the camera, which had been on the dining table. One year for Christmas I got a Monopoly game. “Uh, thanks, but I have a Monopoly game,” I said. “Yeah, but Bandit ate the deeds,” my mom said.)
In Pets in Space, I named my dog character Sparky, because he is actually a robot. Robot…electronic…electrical…spark…Sparky! At no time do sparks actually shoot out of Sparky, although he does give the hero a jolt when he bites him with his electrically charged teeth! He’s a great dog except for the fact that he barks. DogProductPicker.com research has found some of the best dog silencers so I’ve considered getting him one of those.
How do you pick your pet names! Please share some of them!
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SPARK OF ATTRACTION
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Memory: intact. Cognitive function: enhanced. Emotion: erased. After becoming a cyborg, Captain Dante Stone didn’t think he’d ever feel again, until a traumatized young woman and a ball of synthetic fur named Sparky helped him to love.
An excerpt from Pets in Space (Spark of Attraction)
(In this scene cyborg military Captain Dante Stone has rescued a group of colonists who were attacked by aliens. The half-starved survivors were terrorized and traumatized.)
Dante approached the passage where the New Utopians were located and cocked his head. Did he hear barking? Canine barking? Someone had sneaked a dog on board? Good galaxy! Animals, even domesticated ones like dogs, were known carriers of disease. They could easily be infected with alien microbes that could sweep through and decimate a contained population like the crew of a warship. The Crimson Hawk had no animal quarantine facility. Given that Verde Omega had been invaded by Tyranians who carried who-knew-what, this was a serious situation.
He hurried toward the source of the sound.
A half dozen New Utopians congregated outside the observation deck. In the center of the group stood a young woman with a dog. It jumped around, wagging its stubby tail in a fast, perfect rhythm.
“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded, forgetting his good intentions to inquire into their welfare. “Who brought this dog on board? Explain yourself!”
The small group fell away, leaving the woman standing with the canine. “It’s the captain!” someone whispered, but his cyborg ears heard as if they’d shouted it. “Cold Stone,” someone else hissed.
“Sparky, sit!” the woman commanded, and the dog settled on its haunches. She looked like she was in her early twenties. The clean civvies the crew had rustled up hung sacklike on her scrawny frame. Stringy, dull brown hair drooped around a face sunken from malnutrition, but he rocked back on his heels as if he’d been sucker punched. His chest constricted, and his stomach flip-flopped. A heat totally inappropriate for the situation surged through him.
What was wrong with him? Though he called upon his nanos to calm his racing pulse, his heart continued to pound.
“What is your name?” he asked the woman.
“M-Miranda Lowell. I’m the archivist for New Utopia.”
“This dog belongs to you?”
“Where is the liaison?” He directed his attention away from her, away from his disconcerting physical reaction.
“Here.” A man stepped out of the crowd. “I’m Warren Ochoa.”
“Remove the canine from this ship. Animals are not allowed.”
Miranda Lowell recoiled.
“Captain, we’re a parsec away from the nearest life-sustaining planet,” Ochoa said. “The only way to remove him would be to…airlock him.”
“No! You can’t do that!” The woman rounded on him, horror flickering in eyes too large for her gaunt face. She couldn’t have had much to eat while running from the aliens. Surviving colonists had fled the invading horde with only the clothing on their backs.
Her mongrel appeared in much better shape, healthy and well-fed, its short coat groomed and shiny. Good universe—she hadn’t been giving her limited sustenance to the dog, had she?
Her eyes beseeched. “Please, don’t send Sparky away.”
Her plea shot into him with a sharp stab. Rules were rules, and while he might have been inclined to bend them—especially for her—he had to protect the health of his crew and two-hundred-plus refugees. The latter, physically compromised and half-starved, were in no condition to fight off an alien contagion. Who knew what they might have already been exposed to?
“I wasn’t suggesting airlocking,” he said. “The animal could be placed on a pod and sent on ahead to SSO15.”
She lifted her chin. “No! He stays with me.”
Everyone was watching, taking note. If he allowed even a small insubordination, it would spread. A ship’s captain had to maintain order and control. He looked at the liaison. “Get with Lieutenant Commander Brack and remove the animal. That’s an order.”
Now he had something else to feel guilty about. But what could he do? So much for the ‘let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you’ speech he’d planned. His first officer had been right. He should have let her handle this. Dante turned to leave.
The woman blocked his passage. “I’m keeping my dog with me. You try to take him, and you’ll see what happens!” Anger animated her entire face, giving him a glimpse of what she looked like when she was healthy.
That inappropriate sexual heat flared low in his abdomen. “Do not threaten me.” Dante leveled a stare that caused those under his command to quake in their boots. “My order stands. Now, move out of the way.”
“No.” She planted her feet wide apart.
Gently, he grasped her arms to shift her out of his path.
Behind him, the dog growled.
“Sparky’s not even a real animal! He’s a K9-500 bot!” She wrenched away, the force of the jerk causing her to lose her balance. She started to topple, and he lunged to catch her before she fell.
The mongrel snarled, charged, and latched its teeth onto his ankle.