Dog Names

People sure seem to spend a lot of time trying to figure out what to name their dogs. I guess it is important, since they'll have to be shoutin' it out or sayin' it over and over (and other people will hear it):

"Fluffy, come here!" "FiFi, put down that can of caviar!"

When I hear these names, I know Fluffy is some panty-waist lap dog, and that Fifi is one of those high falootin' poodles.

A foxhound has a job to do, and places to be. He has a mortal enemy to chase, and a pack to run with. A foxhound is the very opposite of lap dog.

So, you know you'll never hear of a foxhound named Snookum or Cuddles.

Sometimes, people name their dogs to show how smart or political correct the OWNER of the dog is:
"Einstein, quit chewin' that electrical cord!" "World Peace, look at that mess on the floor!"

Most fox hunters I know are happy to admit they don't know everything, and don't really care a whole lot about what other people think.

So, don't expect to see too many foxhounds named Oppenheimer.

Somehow, the fox hunter knows the "true" name of their hounds. When I say "true" name, I mean the name we hounds would call ourselves. Names like Batman, Kingfish, Weedeater. Just like the name of my mother, Bonnie (which means "pretty" in Scottish, for those who don't know).

That's why I'm so proud of my name, Otis. They tell me it's an Old English name and means "treasure." Well, anybody who knows me, knows that's what I am, a "treasure."

A word of warnin' to all you coyotes:

Don't worry about seeking your "treasure," 'cause he's going to find you first.