That’s a great name for a pedigree dog if you also have a mongrel.
Cos, then they’d be Mutt ‘n’ Jeff
Well that’s the thing. We have a large and boisterous Lab/Collie cross (I believe that Collador is the name, but you’ll never catch me using it) who is a rescue. The missus changed her name to Bonnie so that when we got a second one she could call it Clyde. A few weeks ago we met a bloke with two black Labs called – You guessed it! – Bonnie and Clyde. The missus was gutted 😀
When I was a student we got burgled a couple of times. Me and my mate took an executive decision (without consulting the other four housemates) to get a dog. We got this enormous Ridgeback / Greyhound cross (Ridgehound?) from the dogs home. His given name was Tippy, and Tippy he stayed for the following 7 years until he passed away at the grand old age of approximately 16.
Best dog I ever had (no offence to the current dog in case she’s reading this). At first he wouldn’t bark (freaked out because of being in a new home, poor beast) and the other housemates ostracised him (and us “You can’t even look after yourselves, how are you going to look after a dog!”). Then one night, after we’d had him a few weeks, the two girls were passed out in the sitting room after a night clubbing. Camilla wakes up in the early hours, on the sofa under the front window, with the dog stood over her – feet on the ground and paws on the windowsill (he was a big old dog) – barking like mad. She half sits up and there are two hoodies looking in through the window looking shocked at the sight of this slavering beast. After that he could do no wrong. We put a sign up in the window saying “Yeas that’s right, we now have a big, aggressive black dog, so f@5k off and burgle someone else” and Camilla used to make special trips to the butcher to get him bones!