If you are southern you'll answer to many names, even if you are a dog.
My cousins dog was rescued from Dixie Highway. No doubt Dixie would not keep her cute name. Dixie became Dixie Dog then Hot Dog then Hog Dog then Hog then Lady Gaga and last I heard we were at Gaga.
Our new dog we rescued from a shelter where they were calling her Cher. Unless she breaks out in a song, this has to go.
Looking identical to Cruella Deville's black and white dalmatian coat and a tossed about cookie there are two obvious names. Cruella and Oreo. We settled with Cruella O.
In the following five months since becoming a member of the "bitch brigade" as my mother so fondly refers to our dogs, Cruella's name has taken the typical southern morph.
She went from Cruella to Crewy O to Crewy to Crewrooster to Rewrooster to Rooster.
And every once in a while when the air-conditioner blows her ears in the wind we call her "Cher with the hair" just for fun.
Heck, she doesn't care what we call her anyhow she is just so darned happy to be here.
