Our first rescue was called “Louie” at the shelter. When we adopted him, my husband said there was no way we were having a dog named Louie. Alas, 8 years later, he’s still our Louie, our Louie-bear, Gooey-Louie and sometimes, Soppy Poppy because the woman who rescued him when she on vacation 1500 miles from home (and took the time to find a shelter to take him) called him Poppy in the 24 hours she had him.
Dog #2 came with the shelter name of T.C. Well…7 years later, he’s still got the moniker.
Along came #3, yet another shelter dog. He’d been dubbed “James,” and it stuck. He’s often called Jimmy-Jam, the Jama-rama, Jamie-roo, or Jamie.
When they’re bad, we call them by their full names: Louis Thomas, Thomas Christopher, and James Harold. People laugh that all of my dogs have people names.