Eric and I have been waiting for three months to welcome our new puppies home and the big day is almost here. I could not be more excited (although I’ll admit that after all the puppy books I’ve been reading, I’m now totally nervous that I’m going to do something wrong and scar them for life).
Anyway, tomorrow we’re getting up bright and early to begin the eight hour round-trip road trip to pick them up!
So, to answer the big question, those are their names!
Eric and I have been discussing hypothetical dog names since back in October, even though we had no idea when this fictional dog would come into our lives or what kind of dog it might be. We hadn’t felt too strongly about any of the names that had come up in these discussions, although we were really liking the idea of bringing back an old classic and going with “Bingo.”
Then, right around the time we decided to get a toy fox terrier, we were watching the third movie in the Indiana Jones trilogy. At the end of the movie, someone asks Indiana how he gets his name and Sean Connery quips, “We named the dog Indiana.”
I turned to Eric and said, “Hmm…good dog name?”
And so that was that. It just totally clicked for both of us!
When we decided to get the second dog, we had to pick a second name. What would go well with Indiana without being too matchy-matchy? (My first thought was “Junior” and, oddly enough, when I told my mom we were getting a second dog she said, “Are you going to name him Junior?”) We wanted their names to sound nice together, but not really dumb on their own. (Like, how is it going to be a good idea to have a dog named “Tennille” when you’re taking her for a walk without “The Captain”??)
We thought about doing a short name since Indiana is long, and went through a long list of childhood movie/TV characters and their dogs. Somehow, we ended up at “Home Alone,” and Eric said, “What was the older brother’s name?”
And I said, “Buzz! Buzz…your girlfriend…WOOF!”
We laughed for like 20 minutes straight about that line (and still do), and that name made our top list. The other top contender was “Sponge” from the nerd on “Salute Your Shorts.”
We figured we’d wait and see what their personalities were like…we liked Buzz if the dog turned out to be the kind of dog that would never stop chasing his own tail and Sponge if he was the shy type.
The name Charlie — to be nicknamed “Chuck” — came up a few times, but I vetoed it because Charlie Sheen was all over the news in all his misogynistic, trainwreck glory. I didn’t want anyone to think we named our dog after him.
So then, the week before we went on vacation, I proposed Charleston instead. Same idea, better association. And we could still call him “Chuck.”
And now the names are loosely connected, as they are both US destinations, but it’s not like they rhyme or something.
Because we aren’t Those People.