Friday, June 15

Loolie Louise

We received these photos and the story of Tallulah's new name from Tallulah's new mom.

"What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.

This newly minted FBRN grad in Oregon has a dilemma. It's her name. Once a common Daisy, she was flamboyantly monikered "Tallulah" in her foster home, to honor "Tillie" a much beloved FBRN grad who recently shed her mortal coil to join legions of her fans at the rainbow bridge.

Tallulah is a beautiful and lofty name, but alas, a little top heavy for this lithe Ukranian Frenchie, and she quickly turned into "Loolie".

Loolie found her forever home in Portland Oregon. Here she is surveying her lovely town garden with her new dad, who is explaining to her that she is to answer only to "Louise" after a dear departed old friend. "Whatever" said Louise, "I think I smell squirrel".

"Loolie Lou!" the new mom whispers into her ear. "I'll call you Louise in
public, my dear, but between us girls you will be Loolie Loo".Poor dog is looking a loolie loo confused now, and hastens to go inside and sit with her new brother, FBRN grad Joey-One Eye.

They hadn't been there a minute watching Animal Planet before Joey called her by yet ANOTHER name, "CHASE ME!" And so she did, flying around the dining room table a few dozen times before collapsing on the floor for a nap.

There is but one additional member of this household, and only one more name to learn.

Patti, a tiny creamy tyrant of a certain age and temperament, just looks at the new one and says, "Who the hell are you?"

Sigh. It's exhausting, really, but sure to be sorted out in due time.

Nothing to be done about it today except climb into the downy pink chair and drift into dreamy land, where everyone just calls her "Perfect". Because, you know, she is."

Daisy, Tallulah, Terloolie, Loolie Lou, Louise--It is the rare Frog who goes through life without at least a half dozen names. We are willing to wager that the readers of this blog could rattle off at least 4 or 5 little noms d'amour their companions will answer to. We've heard a few names that might raise some eyebrows in surprise, and a few that might lower them in disapproval or confusion, but between a besotted person and her dog, all names sound like love.
The Frog Princess

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Frog Princess (your majesty!) write like a dream. I can always count on your cleverness with words to amuse, but you really outdid yourself this time!