I got a dog today! (any ideas for a name?)

[cover drive man]

Yep a nine week old female german sheppard!

Will eventually grow into something like this;



Looking for a name, any ideas?

[cover drive man]

Mum thinks milly.

[Jamee999]

Baby Killer, imo.

[Uppercut]

Uppercut.


The dog in that picture is awesome.

[andmark]

Yeah it has made my day

[Shaggy Alfresco]

I have a 3 year old German Shepherd (name's Ben), you won't be disappointed as they're great dogs.

I suggest the name Sam, after the GSD in I Am Legend.

[PhoenixFire]

Yeah, good name that.

[andmark]

Originally Posted by Shaggy Alfresco

I have a 3 year old German Shepherd (name's Ben), you won't be disappointed as they're great dogs.

I suggest the name Sam, after the GSD in I Am Legend.

We can't tbh, because my uncle's girlfriend has a daughter named Sam.

About how tall is your dog?

[Xuhaib]

I had a parrot and we called him mithu.

[NZTailender]

Then the dog takes over control

[Samuel_Vimes]

Stalin

[HeathDavisSpeed]

Originally Posted by Samuel_Vimes

Stalin

Was thinking the same, but maybe "Josef" would be a bit more subtle. If its a bitch as Cover Drive Man suggests, then "Nikita" would probably show the left-wing bias to the required extent.

The dog in the attached photo does look as if he/she is advertising one of those Communist "Five Year Plans" - Onward Russia!

For the record, my two parrots are called Lara and Ambrose. Nice.

[Jamee999]

And you must name it Kevin Peter, obviously.

[Shaggy Alfresco]

Originally Posted by andmark

We can't tbh, because my uncle's girlfriend has a daughter named Sam.

Who cares?

Originally Posted by andmark

About how tall is your dog?

Let me get my measuring tape.

2ft tall, 3ft2 long (not including tail).

[Jungle Jumbo]

At this there was a terrible baying sound outside, and nine enormous dogs
wearing brass-studded collars came bounding into the barn. They dashed
straight for Snowball, who only sprang from his place just in time to
escape their snapping jaws. In a moment he was out of the door and they
were after him. Too amazed and frightened to speak, all the animals
crowded through the door to watch the chase. Snowball was racing across
the long pasture that led to the road. He was running as only a pig can
run, but the dogs were close on his heels. Suddenly he slipped and it
seemed certain that they had him. Then he was up again, running faster
than ever, then the dogs were gaining on him again. One of them all but
closed his jaws on Snowball's tail, but Snowball whisked it free just in
time. Then he put on an extra spurt and, with a few inches to spare,
slipped through a hole in the hedge and was seen no more.

Silent and terrified, the animals crept back into the barn. In a moment
the dogs came bounding back. At first no one had been able to imagine
where these creatures came from, but the problem was soon solved: they
were the puppies whom Napoleon had taken away from their mothers and
reared privately. Though not yet full-grown, they were huge dogs, and as
fierce-looking as wolves. They kept close to Napoleon. It was noticed that
they wagged their tails to him in the same way as the other dogs had been
used to do to Mr. Jones.

Napoleon, with the dogs following him, now mounted on to the raised
portion of the floor where Major had previously stood to deliver his
speech. He announced that from now on the Sunday-morning Meetings would
come to an end. They were unnecessary, he said, and wasted time. In future
all questions relating to the working of the farm would be settled by a
special committee of pigs, presided over by himself. These would meet in
private and afterwards communicate their decisions to the others. The
animals would still assemble on Sunday mornings to salute the flag, sing
'Beasts of England', and receive their orders for the week; but there would
be no more debates.