I attended graduate school with an aspiring medievalist who dubbed her terrier Ecgtheow (nickname: The Edge). My first non-childhood pet was a beagle we adopted from a shelter. He'd been discovered dumpster diving behind a Howard Johnson's, and was christened Roscoe by his rescuers. Although we were tempted to name him after the location of the shelter (that would be Peabody), my spouse and I decided upon Duncan Roscoe Gromit.
Our current dog, a dachshund-beagle mix with the ponderous title Scooby Oolong Cohen, has no medieval affiliations ... unless, say, Duke William of Normandy had an Uncle Scooby who has not yet surfaced in the archival records (if he does, we know that a friend named Shaggy will be discovered soon after. Both were probably incarcerated for shenanigans involving illicit substances like, um, hemlock or belladonna or something). My son has a spiny-tailed lizard named Spike, also not medieval, not even in a Mock Medieval way. Blue Tail is still deceased. The most recent addition to our menagerie: a tadpole on the brink of metamorphosis. Since s/he belongs to both children, they have been kerfuffling over what to call the little thing. At this point the small amphibian will likely be bear the enormous name of Feänor Santa Worm. Can you guess who is responsible for each segment?
I hope Eileen won't mind if I reveal that she named her new dog Mr. Sparkles. What about you, readers? Have you given your animal companions medieval-leaning names?
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