What’s in a name? Well, an identity for all of your life and then some.
(My parents told me it took them several days AFTER I was born to come up with the right sounding name combination. What they were thinking the previous six-plus months I will never know.) You can call me Johnson.
A naming convention is a scheme for naming things. Conventions differ in their intents, for instance, streets that are consecutively numbered.
I am not aware of a scheme for naming pets, although I have heard that using human names can be problematic: for instance, if you’re on the street and call out “Jack” and have a handful of people yell “here!”
What does Luna mean? Was she born during a full moon? Is there a moon-shaped spot on her tummy? Nah, Mom wanted to name her Lula, but the family said nope. Then our daughter got creative and suggested Luna instead.
But that’s not always what we call her. Between the three of us at home, we have a varied list for this Cockapoo:
Girl with the Curl
Lunesta (like the drug)
Of course there are websites for naming. One site advertises 400,000 baby (human) names. Probably as many pet names too. Looks like we’re on our way with nearly 20.