My son and his family just rescued a kitten from a nearby humane shelter. Her name is Naomi which means that all four of my grand-pets have very sophisticated names - Wallace, Perry, Stewart and now Naomi. Of course I shouldn't be surprised. Over the years since my earliest childhood memories, we've had a succession of interestingly named animals. Cats included Heathcliff, Hercules, Francis, Claire, Athena and Olympia. Dogs named Mable, Fritz (not so unusual for a dachshund) and Remington were also members of the household at one time or another. Remington was a miniature dachshund named after a shotgun. In our second year of marriage my husband and I moved into our first house, with a large fenced in back yard. Naturally, I wanted a dog, while my husband had his heart set on a shotgun. The dog was free, part of a litter of puppies that an enterprising student and his mother brought to the school where I was teaching for show and tell. Since the puppy was free to a good home and the shotgun wasn't, we got the dog and named him Remington. A year later we saw an ad for a female miniature dachshund who needed a good home. So we brought Heidi home. I know, not very exciting, but she was already named. For Remington it was love at first sight. They consummated their love affair during a memorable camping trip (a story for another time) and a few months later Heidi had four adorable puppies. We named them Smith, Wesson, Savage and Winchester.
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