Nicknames are a sign of affection in most cultures. I just got back from a 6-week trip to the US. I’m rarely away from my dogs for that long and I realized just how many names I call them during our conversations. As a solitary writer, I speak to my dogs more than anyone. If the amount of Spanglish and other assorted nicknames is any indication of how much I love them, I love them muchísimo. Here’s a list of them so far.
Lele (Lay-lay) the Rottweiler
Lelle (sounds like bell)
Frankenpaw (he had a cancerous toe amputated last year)
Uke-lele (the new fave coined by The Husband)
Teri el tinaquero (mongrel)
Bone (he was a bony rescue dog)
Milky Dog (I tried to fatten him up with milk when I first got him. He loves it to this day)
Chicken in a biscuit (what he smells like)
Teri taco (he fluffs his bed into a taco shape)
I’m sure there are more names if I keep paying attention.