on to the question at hand: what's in a name?
let's start with the boys:
old man ruger was our third. third rottweiler, third ruger. ken used to be quite the marksman and one of his favorite pistols was a ruger. the name stuck. we liked it.
fatboy (the minpin) came with his name. interesting story though. girl-child had gotten an older female from a friend of ours who used to breed minpins. said friend's daughter came home from college and had a fit that her mother had given away her childhood dog so girl-child gave miss lucy back. she and her dad visited the pound on a regular basis. one visit, as they were leaving, a guy walked up to ken and said, "this is the perfect dog for you! his name is 'fatboy'!" (ken was wearing a harley shirt). fatboy hadn't even been inprocessed yet. he left with ken and one happy little girl-child.
turns out our friend who bred minpins used to give the all the litter pups harley names. and with there being only a few breeders in the area, there's a pretty good chance fatboy was one of miss lucy's pups. ashley calls him muffin or monkey. ken and i call him piss hound.
grizz got his name from an old black lab we dogsat when ruger was just a puppy. ken and i never forgot how much we enjoyed watching that gentle giant dog play with our sweet puppy. he's grizzly bear, grizzers and bubby.
and the girls:
we got sadie from another motorcycle friend. our first group ride was called a sadie hawkins ride. it was all about the girls. our friend brought her two remaining puppies to the park where we gathered afterward for a cook out. i knew as soon as i took her into my arms that she was mine. mostly she's just sadie. sadie-girl.
she came to us as ginger. cami gave her the middle name of mirabeau. so now, she's gigi beau beau.
turns out there's a whole lot in a name. :)