There’s a challenge floating around social media to tell your naming story. Since each girl joined us in the midst of family changes, I’d like to share their stories.
Maisie: My daughter had just gone off to college, and we had our two senior dogs Bailey (10 1/2- year-old Newfoundland) and Charlie (13-year-old Newfoundland Labrador mix). Charlie had been diagnosed with a large abdominal tumor and we knew he had limited time but Bailey was still in very good health. I thought Bailey would be a great big sister to a new puppy, however the week before we picked up our new puppy Bailey took a turn and suddenly passed away. We brought home this little bundle and poor Charlie wasn’t feeling well. He passed away 1 week later. Suddenly we went from 2 senior dogs to 1 young puppy. We were starting over again and I kept thinking back to when Bailey was a puppy and my kids were little. My daughter is an avid reader and we both shared our love of books and read together a lot, especially at bedtime. One of our favorites was Daisy Head Maisie and it seemed like a perfect name for our little brown girl.
Annie: My son had just gone off to college and I was feeling the quietness of the empty nest. I looked into Newfoundland Rescue and found Annie, who was still in foster care one year after her rescue. Annie was one of 44 Newfoundlands surrendered from a puppy mill in December of 2014. The paperwork and records were spotty and all that we received for Annie was her 2014 Rabies certificate. Her name was listed as Paris but Annie was handwritten across it. I don’t know why she had two names or even how it was known that this was her name but she has always responded to Annie not Paris. Assuming this is correct, I found a listing for Paris on a Newfoundland registry with a birthdate of June 7 2006 so that is when we celebrate her birthday. We call her Annie Bear, Sweet Annie and Annie McFanny.
Winn: On January 2nd of this year my very healthy Dad was diagnosed with a large tumor on his liver. I was with him in February for his radiation therapy that was supposed to give him 2-3 years. I hoped at that time that there would be a puppy available for me once they were born, and that I would bring her with me when I returned for his 3 month follow-up appt. I rushed back to his side on March 24th. The litter had been born and I shared my news with him and any new pictures as I got them from her breeder. As my family and I sat around him in the hospital, we shared lots of stories and memories and by far our favorite place was our lake house on Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire. Dad loved his boat and my spot was always on the left side of the bow. Whenever he felt like going for a spin, I eagerly joined him and we would tour around the lake. I told him I would be naming her Winn and that made him smile. Unfortunately, he didn’t live long enough to meet her but to honor him and those happy memories I decided her registered name should be Bearfoot in the Bow.
I know this post ends on a bit of a sad note, but Winn exudes so much joy and her antics bring me laughter when I need it most. It’s impossible to be sad when she is around.
I would love to hear from all of you with your naming stories, human or 4 legged!