If you think that people are disagreeable these days about politics and culture, you can’t imagine how heated people got when I asked for suggestions on what to name my yellow Labrador puppy four years ago.
Blame social media.
My puppy’s breeders, Mike and Maryanne, named each pup based on its behavior. They called my pup “Willy,” which was a great choice.
While some of the pups were bossy and way too energetic, my guy was silly and laid back.
“Willy” suggests playfulness and a lack of self-importance. That name suited my puppy well, and I strongly considered keeping it.
However, I had long thought that if I ever got a dog, I would name him “Thurber” after the dog-loving humorist James Thurber, whose hilarious essays appeared in The New Yorker between the 1920s and 1940s.
In the 10th grade, you see, my best friend Ayresie and I found a tattered copy of his 1945 book A Thurber Carnival on a bookshelf in Ayresie’s basement.
While thumbing through Thurber’s collection of humorous essays and cartoons at the library, we laughed so hard, the librarian threatened to kick us out.
One essay, “The Dog That Bit People,” introduces a surly dog named Muggs, who bit and terrorized everyone except family members — who he only bit occasionally!
That moment in the library inspired me to become a writer. And it left me with one other thought: If I ever get a dog, I will name him Thurber.
I shared these thoughts on Facebook and asked for insights and recommendations.
“Thurber! You can’t name him Thurber!” shouted my otherwise soft-spoken sister, who had named her own dog Snowball.
“What the heck kind of name is Thurber?” said my friend Griff, who has a Jack Russell named Chip.
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