A new low

So, for some reason having an animal around and in your face all the time makes a person revert to ridiculous baby talk—much like you would talk to an infant. Pets are kind of in a constant state of infancy since they can't talk, open doors, pick up their own crap or pour food out of their kibble bag. I've accepted a long time ago that any dog I own will inevitably gain a long list of affectionate nicknames and will very rarely be called by its given name. Such is the case with Griff. Since we acquired the little sausage she has come to be known as: nugget, bubbles, doglet, bug, buggy, stinky, pug, poopies and bubby. I will also admit that I have, on occasion, called her boobies (a logical combination of poopies and bubby).

Yesterday, however, I hit a new low. You see, the names that I call her often just come out of my mouth without any thinking on my part at all. Apparently, this has resulted in my brain's total scoffing at all inappropriate options. Yesterday I called Griff...Jingledicks. Now, I don't know what Jingledicks means, but it does elicit certain images that are at once horrifying and hilarious.

Suprisingly, this little gaffe has not disuaded me from my incessant nicknaming and I look forward to many years of bestowing our doggie with stupid names.

Note to self...

2-3 episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer every evening = scary and magical dreams.
Currently, halfway through season 5. Possibly one of the best DVD investment ever.