My naming day

On the day that the new humans took me away, they were talking quite a bit during the long car ride. I wasn’t too interested in that, but I did find crunchy treats in the compartment that opened in front of me! I didn’t wait to be asked, and snagged one immediately. Open it again! More! More!

The human whose lap I was sitting on (later she would become No. 1) was gazing at me, petting me, and thinking and thinking. Little did I know that she was feeling her way along to my name.

In my first home, they were going to call me Warlock. This turned into Little Man. Now, in the car, No. 1 said, “It’s like he wants to be a Willie.”

No. 2 replied, “Only if he can be Bertram Wilberforce Woofster and Willie can be short for his middle name.”

“Deal,” said No. 1.

One of many hilarious Bertie and Jeeves books

One of many hilarious Bertie and Jeeves books

You see, the new humans were fond of reading books by P.G. Wodehouse about Bertie and Jeeves. Bertie’s full name is really Bertram Wilberforce Wooster so I kind-of got named after him. Of course Bertie is a dim bulb and Jeeves has brains for days, still I’m just as glad I didn’t get named Jeeves.

After that really long car ride, we arrived at my new home, where they had everything a puppy could want.

Settled in the kitchen.

Settled in the kitchen.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: August 5th, 2009 under Puppyhood.

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