I wanted to call our boxer George, but as that is my father-in-law's name my husband was not best pleased. We should have called him Winston. He looks quite Churchillian with a raw hide stick in his big squishy face. I wonder if dog owners think about how it will sound when you call out 'Bimbo' as your large out of control labradoodle bounds away out of sight? Yes, really.
Then there's 'Mutley' who is also some sort of poodle cross, who gets about all over the village. It can be a bit frightening when he dashes out of the bush followed closely behind by a boy on a bicycle hurtling down the path. My husband regularly meets 'Jaffa' and 'Louis', two delightful black labs with a very English gentlemen farmer-owner. And then there's the two golden labs - 'Misty' who keeps Grandma company and 'Lola' who doesn't like to walk! And 'Merc' the farm border collie who wasn't named after a make of car!
I like them all. Life wouldn't be the same without the dog variety in the village. Imagine the pandemonium if we had a dog show at the village fete next year? Now don't get any ideas.....