First of all, both for our sake and the sake of the three people who may visit this site regularly, I feel the need to share our “no judgies” policy. In creating this blog, we were very clear that we are all leading fulfilling and busy lives, and while we enjoy blogging, it is one of those things that will get pushed to the back burner in favor of other priorities. So, I’m back after awhile… but no judgies, k? And with that out of the way…
Our dog Maggie was named Maggie at the shelter.
Takk, however, was named Scuba Steve. We took this as a clear invitation to take him home, if only to change his name to something more respectable. So we went with Takk, the name of our favorite Sigur Ros album and the Icelandic word for ‘thank you.’
Yesterday, as I let Takk in from the backyard, I casually said, “hey Steve.”
Which got me thinking about the weird evolution of dog nicknames.
Maggie, for example, became Maggie May, then Maggie Moo, and eventually Mo Mo.
Other notable names for the world’s sweetest brown dog were Magdalynn, Magdalonious, and Snufflepupagus.
Scuba Steve, since coming home with us in 2009, has gone by (this is an incomplete list):
- Takk Takk
- Buddy Buddy
- Pretty Boy Floyd
- Turd Ferguson (it’s a funny name)
Fry’s nickname Frybot became Fryboat after she developed a habit of setting sail in her dog bed at night: it would start the evening right next to our bed, but by morning it would be several feet away. We called the bed her Fry Boat but the name migrated to her and stuck.
The name I really can’t explain is Bickets. I call Fry “Bickets” all the time now. I think it started as a reference to scratching her furry bum and calling it “itchy bickets.” That’s the best explanation I can come up with.
Do you think the Oxford English Dictionary has the etymology for bickets?
Just don’t call me late for dinner,