OMFG... Jessie the Sneerer ?!? You have a dog with a SuperVillain name, and it's that little puff of fluff with feet?
You made me snort coffee out my nose with that one... That's better than my cat named Harley Bitch !!!
In the early 2000's I had a roommate that had a hamster named chainsaw. He also told me about a huge rabbit he had years before I knew him that raped a male ankle biter dog. Said the dog was traumatized and ended up in therapy. Could be true or not but I had an appreciation for how he came up with the name of the hamster.
Well...
Harley Davidson Bitch was named after a "character" I overheard in a diner waiting in line to pay as a youth... some dimestore diva valley girl made a snide remark about her leathers (evidently without the sense to actually take note of the the rest of her gear tucked under an arm) and this wiry little woman in her 30s whipped around, got right up in her face and told her all about her alcoholic breath, blonde-with-roots-showing-hair and phony Gucci handbag, ending the whole thing with
"...and you see that right there? These are my leathers, and that is my bike, and I am a HARLEY BITCH AND I WILL FUCK YOU UP if you don't take your skeevy ass outta my face right now!"I'll tell you I was both terrified and a little aroused at that moment; that indomitable little woman made an impression upon me that I will clearly take to my grave, and I told the story to pretty much everyone I knew.
Well,
Harley Bitch the cat similarly was not taking any shit from anybody from the minute she entered our life; we found her as a kitten-sized adult half-drowned in the rain on the way home with a pan of food from my grandmother's for our cats. Obviously starving, as soon as we got her in the car she climbed right in the pan & started eating. She didn't so much as twitch an ear as I carried the pan inside & set it down, and she just stood there in the pan eating until she was stuffed & belly as round as a ptarmigan. Not one of the household kitties got closer than enough to sneak a nibble or two until she was done.
Upon noticing this, my mom & I looked at each other and both said
"Harley Bitch".
She wasn't the only pet of ours to get a terrible name; we rescued triplets which we named them Yakko, Wakko & Dot... another got his name ostensibly because he was always licking his nubbins, but truthfully it was just as much so I could stand on my porch in our ultra-conservative neighborhood and holler
"Fuzznuts!!!" at the top of my lungs to call his stomach home for dinner. And then there was "UgliCat"; so named because her unfortunate tortoise-hair pattern made her look very convincingly like a puddle of vomit wherever she would curl up for a nap.
*Sigh* All good, much-loved family long gone now... as well as all our pasture ornaments and dogs. I have 2 kids now... they're more than enough to keep me busy.
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"Raising a child is very much like having a dog that eventually learns to talk... and sometimes do things that are helpful." ~mom