A Doggy By Any Other Name

By Jim Hagarty

We have a 13-pound, eight-year-old poodle named Toby. We got him when he was three months old and the breeder had simply named him Baby Dog, knowing his new owners would give him a new name. So Toby it was and is.

But Toby belongs to a family of creative writers and musicians and thinkers so he has been subjected to an avalanche of nicknames, many of them somewhat preposterous. He doesn’t seem to mind them but who are we to know.

Here is a partial list of Toby’s 27 other names and I use the word partial because I can’t remember them all.

Tiffany Silkstockings
Arfnee Doodle (The World’s Worst Poodle)
Agnes the Wagness
Dinkus Farrinkus
Farmer Bill
Chubbly S. Winterborne the Fourth (Chubbles, for short)
Diggidy Doggedy
Tito Burrito
Ding Dong
Dum Dum Farrumbum
Goofer Hoppy
Harley Dooley
Little Biddy Buddy
Barkey McClarkey
T-Bone Caffriggidy
Funny Bunny
Skinny Minnie
Ooftee Pooftee Wiggle Dee Dooftee
Mr. Goo
Mr. Woof Woof
Dogga Logga
Mr. Blister
My McFlustery Guy
Brownson Brownboy
Duken Dukenberry (Little Duke, for short)
Mister Blister
Little Mister

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.