It’s hard to name things. And by things, I generally mean babies and pets (and cars – apparently some people name their cars). I guess that’s why when people have names picked out for their baby, they sometimes end up changing it after they meet the baby. The name they liked didn’t suit the baby in real life.
When we got Rusty, it was clear that she was a Rusty. It took me about five seconds to name her. She just looked and acted like a Rusty. Since she passed away six weeks ago, we have been dogless. Today we brought home a new puppy, and the name I thought I was going to give her (Sydney), doesn’t suit her. Perhaps in a few days, the perfect name will occur to me.