I once looked into the eyes of my golden retriever and wondered why his previous owners named him Dusty. He didn't look dusty. He was a beautiful golden brown dog. That got me thinking. Why do we name our animals? Are they ours to name? Maybe Dusty wanted to be left alone, to be nameless in his 12 years on Earth. We name our children because they come from us.and if they want to change their name later on in life they have every right to do so. Dusty never had that option.
Now the argument will be that if we don't name our animals then how will they know when we call them.I can tell you that many times I called Dusty by his name and he completely ignored me.This happened more often when he was wandering off my property to visit the English bulldog next door.
I think I could of just yelled "Hey you wandering off dog",and it would of been more appropriate a name than Dusty.
I miss that old dog. Whatever his real name is.
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