- November 13, 2009
- 6 Comments
- Animals & Pets, General, The Confessional
The Confessional – Names and the Dog Park
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I am HORRIBLE with names. H to the ORRIBLE.
I am so bad…
*how bad are you?*
I am so bad with names I have SERIOUSLY considered carrying around name tags so I could have them handy. Say like, at my preschooler’s tumbling class or at the coffee shop… my family…
It is that bad.
I believe every person I come in contact with should wear a name badge.
So, imagine my crisis when I visited the dog park for the first time the other day.
Not only were there NEW PEOPLE WITH NAMES *grips chest*… there were DOGS WITH NAMES.
I have never seen a dog with a name tag. Well, on the collar, but no.one.can.read.those!
It was clear within minutes of our visit at the dog park, the people and dogs considered us family.
It was amazing. The licking, the petting…
But only from the dogs.
I stepped back for a moment and the panic hit me in a wave as I heard *This Owner* swoon about how far “Champ” had come in not jumping up, and listing to *That Owner* announce, “Here comes Ranger, our star!”
What? RANGER? The STAR? Didn’t these people know who I was?
But names… I can hardly remember my OWN kids’ names… or my friends’ kids’ names! Now DOG names???!!!
Willsomeonepleasegetmeapaperbag?
My point is… I am like a little teapot. Short and stout. Here is my handle and here is my spout…
Wait.
I (le brain) am like a little teapot, filled to the brim with hot water. Boiling over with schedules, dates, demands, names, directions and useless information.
And here is my problem with becoming a part of the dog park family — I am afraid of becoming part of another community because I have not one iota of space left in my brain for one more name.
Neither man nor dog.
Especially dog. Except dog names are easier to remember. I remember several of the dogs’ names — Scout, Ranger, Champ, Satan …
Maybe people should get dog names. Maybe that would help me out.
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6 Responses to “The Confessional – Names and the Dog Park”
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I am in the same boat. (Which probably has a name too.) I can’t even remember my neighbors’ name half the time!
UGH, am also H to the ORRIBLE at remembering names, which makes my new job, working in a place where I am supposed to know everyone’s name, all the more difficult.
My trick is to keep a list at my desk and jot down the person’s name and a physical feature like, Phyllis (really red hair) then again, I can’t see how that would work at the dog park.
Unless, the owner, you know, happens to look like their dog
Just say, “Here, boy!” or “Here, girl!” Wouldn’t that work? Even if you don’t know their names, can you tell their genders at least?
When, oh, when will humans be friendly enough to lick each others’ faces upon greeting?
This is why everyone in the South has a nickname like “Sugar”, “Sweetie” or “Hun”.
I personally just say things like “Hey!…” with the ey of the hey going downhill verbally so it’s abundantly clear I haven’t a clue of what your name is.
I know. I so totally rock.
At least your name is Jenny. My mom had to pick the hardest name to pronounce and spell and find on coffee mugs and pencils and little license plates and ornaments. *scarred for life*
So there with you, sister! I can not remember one Mom name at my little one’s preschool, not to mention ( and I don’t) their KIDS!! I rely on my 3 year old as my spare brain. That is what you do when you’re a Mom, at least I think that’s what Mom’s SHOULD do! With each child, I have lost a little more of my brain, so it is only fair they should step in and substitute for me.
I can’t remember their names, though, either.
I have actually called my current husband by my ex husband’s name. Talk about bad with names…