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Phoebe Poutine

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Sophie & Shamrock Saturday

We got to puppy-sit Miss Phoebe last weekend! She is now at least 4 months old, weighing in at over 5 lbs.

Let’s step back a bit, though.

When my friend Kim sent us photos of the new puppy she’d be picking up and asked for some puppy naming help, Rob responded:

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I thought Poutine was actually a cute name for a little girl puppy! {Despite the fact of the rich dish she’d be named after…}

Kim said she wasn’t fond of food names for pets.

{Flashing lights is what Kim’s 5-year-old would have called her, just because it was the first thing she saw!}

In the end, the one that stuck was her original thought – Phoebe.  And it truly works for her.

They also call her Phoebe Weebie. She loves when you say her name! Actually, she loves everybody! In fact, I need to keep using exclamation points! Because that is how happy Phoebe is to see you when you walk into the room!

Every. Single. Time.

I swear: Puppies might be able to cure depression.

Look at those sweet brown eyes!

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Especially when they are as cuddly as Phoebe. She just might give Sophie Jean a run for her money.

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And while outside, she looked lost in the tall grass!
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And after Rob cut the lawn, she just kept collecting the remnants on her underbelly!

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I can’t tell you how nice of a distraction it was to have her at the house during this month where I’m pretty much running on auto-pilot. I barely wanted to leave the house. I just wanted to play and cuddle. She is just a ball of love.

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Because our hardwood floors are difficult for dogs to run around and play on, we always throw a blanket down when a pooch comes to visit.

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Sophie and Sham weren’t really having it though. There was a lot of jealousy going on. All Phoebe wanted was for one of the other dogs to play with her. She really tried to play with them, but she didn’t get any takers. Although Sophie looked like she might…

But in the end, no playing happened. Well, except with me! Of course, about a half hour before Kim picked her up, Shamrock ventured over to the blanket wagging his tail. He was thinking about it…

But I’m going to confess and say that I did call her Poutine and Phoebe Poutine a few times. It just felt natural. Rob and I have always had multiple names for our dogs. For example,  When we talk about her, we call Sophie “The Jean” as in “Do you think The Jean will like these treats?”

Similarly, when Rob and I would discuss Phoebe in conversation with each other, she became “The Poutine”, as in… “We need to get home to The Poutine!”

Because even that bark is oh-so-freaking-adorable…

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Happy Saturday!
Carrie

Gidgie Gumee

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Happy Sophie & Shamrock Saturday!

Quickly…

Do you know the story of the Edmund Fitzgerald?

Are you familiar with Gordon Lightfoot’s Song about the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald? If not, you can listen here with lyrics.

In the song, they mention Lake Gitche Gumee, which is the Native American name {or a version thereof} for Lake Superior.

Rob has always loved this song and put it on a few of my Mix Tapes CDs he made for me to listen while driving during my Wine Tasting Consultant days. In our early days of dating, we even spent a cold November weekend on Lake Superior at Bluefin Bay when he found a great “Gales of November” deal that allowed us to bring our dogs. A friend of mine suggested that he thought Rob might propose that weekend. {He didn’t. I had to wait a few years later. Ha!} 

It was bitterly cold that weekend. I remember that there wasn’t much to do because of it. Sure, snowshoeing would have been nice, but not the way that wind was whipping! Rob spent some time out by the water in the dark and windy cold weather one night while I sat inside warming up by the fire with a glass of wine.

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald is a haunting melody that sticks with you. When Rob came in and poor Benny Bear was wet and shivering with icicles hanging from his fur, I’m sure they got a truer sense of how miserable it may have been like for the crew on that fateful night.

Side Note: Great Lakes Brewing Company out of Cleveland makes an excellent Edmund Fitgerald Porter!

So why am I telling you all of this on Sophie and Shamrock Saturday?

Because the pooches have a visitor this weekend!

Meet Gidget!   

 

So what’s the connection?

My friend Stacy often calls her Gidgie. I am not sure why, but out of the blue one day, I started calling her Gidgie Gumee. I call her this lovingly, of course!

Little Gidgie Gumee spent Christmas with my family in Green Bay one year. She became fast friends with everyone, but especially my dad. 

What’s a little sad is that after two years of visiting my parents in Green Bay, Shamrock still shies away from my dad, who has done absolutely nothing to him to make him fearful. Sham is afraid of men in general, but he has been getting much better.

Still, I think it’s funny that we’ve always given our dogs additional nicknames. Our dear, sweet departed Benny was called these:

  • Benny
  • Benny Bear
  • Bear
  • The Bear
  • Bear-Bear
  • Bear-Bears
  • Benjamin McBears

When Rob and I were dating, I adopted Sophie. One day, out of the blue he started calling her Sophie Jean. It stuck. We now call her:

  • Sophie
  • Sophie Girl
  • Sophie Jean
  • Jean
  • The Jean
  • Sophia

She comes to all of those names, too! That must be the smart little poodle in her.

Now Shamrock was named before we even adopted him. “And we will call him Shamrock,” was the exact email I received from Rob when it was decided we would call to try to adopt him. But for some reason, one day, I started calling him my little Bugaboo. I don’t even know where it came from! After weeks of calling him this, I googled it to see if it really was a word that I heard somewhere. It’s a brand name of an an urban stroller. Nope. Not how I heard it. We now call him:

  • Shamrock
  • Sham
  • The Rock
  • Shamrock Bugaboo
  • Bugaboo
  • The Bugaboo
  • Bugs
  • Little Man
  • Mr. Nibbles

He wags his tail at all of them; but I’m not sure that he comes to all of those. He’s not quite as smart as The Jean; but he also has more names.

It’s not just us either… Our friends have dogs named DaVinci and Cleopatra. They often call them Bub-Bub (or Bubs) and Peeps, respectively. We get to watch them next month!

My friend Jen has a dog named Finnegan. I think the only other name she gives him is Finn. But Rob likes to call him Finn-again The First Time. 🙂

Why isn’t one name sufficient? I think it’s funny that we give our pets “pet” names. HA!

Did you ever give your dogs any additional names?

Do they come to them when you call them?

Cheers~
Carrie