I have a dog, as I’ve said. She’s an Australian ShepherdxGolden Retriever I adopted from a shelter as a rambunctious puppy three years ago. She’s big, intimidating, and a source of comfort for me when I’m afraid the squeak I heard is a serial killer approaching my room with an axe.
Her given name is Avalon, but I can’t help calling her about 80 silly nicknames off and on.
One of them has gotten more and more amusing for me the more I’ve added to it.
Then, that wasn’t amusing enough: “Doglington.”
When that didn’t do enough: “Sir Doglington.” (Yes, she’s a girl and I’m a dork)
Finally, while sitting at a stoplight after picking up the youngest of the two children I nanny for today, I dubbed her: “Sir Doglington of the Order of the Green Collar.”
I don’t think anyone else but me finds it funny, but really I’m my own audience most of the day so that’s no surprise.
Updated: I get it from my mom. She calls her parrot, Hobo, “Pepper.” Or “Sergeant Pepper.” Or “Sergeant Pepper and the Lonely Hearts Band.” (all periods optional in pronunciation)…I know that’s the name of a band but it makes me laugh all the same. She had a little song about “wouldn’t you like to be a Pepper too?” That she sings now and then. My mom made me who I am. Blame her.