Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Thu, 04/22/2010 - 3:09pm.
We have a large bullmastiff/lab mix named Chowder. Chowder got (stuck with) her name after our first visit to meet her in the shelter, where she was named Themla.
The night before, I was at a Relay for Life event until about midnight, and at some point drowsily sat down in a chair, not noticing it was already occupied by a bowl of clam chowder.
The next morning, in a rush to get to the shelter to meet Thelma, I pulled on my pants from the night before, still caked with dried chowder.
At the shelter, Thelma was so shy she would barely let me put a collar on her and spent our most of our test drive as far away from me as the leash would allow. But right before we got back to the shelter, a little breeze picked up and she got a sniff of the dried chowder.
She made tracks straight to the spot on my pants and started licking like crazy. From then on, we have been best buddies.
After that day, we started trying to come up with names for her (Thelma wasn't quite right), and joking suggested Chowder. It stuck, and surprisingly it's the most fitting name I can think of for a big, slobbery mutt.
Chowder!
We have a large bullmastiff/lab mix named Chowder. Chowder got (stuck with) her name after our first visit to meet her in the shelter, where she was named Themla.
The night before, I was at a Relay for Life event until about midnight, and at some point drowsily sat down in a chair, not noticing it was already occupied by a bowl of clam chowder.
The next morning, in a rush to get to the shelter to meet Thelma, I pulled on my pants from the night before, still caked with dried chowder.
At the shelter, Thelma was so shy she would barely let me put a collar on her and spent our most of our test drive as far away from me as the leash would allow. But right before we got back to the shelter, a little breeze picked up and she got a sniff of the dried chowder.
She made tracks straight to the spot on my pants and started licking like crazy. From then on, we have been best buddies.
After that day, we started trying to come up with names for her (Thelma wasn't quite right), and joking suggested Chowder. It stuck, and surprisingly it's the most fitting name I can think of for a big, slobbery mutt.