I used to be a wreck about naming livestock and pets that came to live at the farm. Especially the
newborn alpacas, if we didn’t have a name in the first 20 minutes then I became an idiot about it. The
idea of an unnamed animal was just unacceptable. Ridiculous, right? I kept a running list of names so we
could choose quickly and more than once, Jim looked at me like I had lost my mind. Over time I
mellowed a bit, and learned the world would not come to an end if I didn’t have that baby named by
sundown. And I’ve now mellowed enough that it took us a week to name Merlin the Round and Smudge
(aka Smudgy Stinkerbell aka Smudgy Stinkerella – there has been a bit of an aroma issue), who you may
remember are the feral rescue cats we brought home last year.
One thing I hadn’t thought through was how a name might translate out in the world, for example at the
pharmacy. Our first male alpaca was born during the era of the show Sex in the City. While we had never
seen an episode, I knew enough about it to know the character names. Our new boy was a gorgeous jet
black with a white headband and four white socks. Since he was going to be registered, I felt super
clever then naming him Rivendale’s Sox in the City and his call name, of course, would then be Mr. Big.
Yes, I was quite smug about just how clever it was until the first week when he injured his eye and I had
to go pick up eye ointment our vet phoned in at the King Sooper’s pharmacy. The conversation went
something like this:
Me: I’m here to pick up a prescription for one of our alpacas.
Pharmacist: Great, Sally, under your last name?
Me: Yes, Ball.
(At this point you may start to see where this was going. Yet I was clueless.)
Pharmacist: And what is the alpaca’s name?
Me: Mr. Big
(Significant pause and a few snickers starting behind the counter.)
Pharmacist (louder now): So, you’re picking up a prescription for MR. BIG BALL?
One or twenty heads may have turned at that point and much more snickering ensued and at least one
flat out guffaw. It would have been fine as I knew everyone there, we had a nice laugh, blah, blah, blah.
Except she then said they didn’t have it in stock but Ken Caryl did so I would need to trot on down there.
And go through the conversation again, except with total strangers. Which I did. So, lesson to be had,
remember that veterinarians and pharmacies will assign your last name to your animal’s name and you
might want to consider that when naming your next furry addition. I have since resisted the temptation
to name an animal Crystal, Q, or Harry.
Another oddity I have relating to names (according to the husband again) is my penchant for a good
middle name or, even better, a first and last name combo (before you add Ball, I tend to disregard that
altogether despite the aforementioned conversation). Here are some we’ve had over the years:
Murray Thunderpants – the awesome Maine Coon cat we had for 18 years who would absolutely
thunder through the house – no light stepper there – and was also known for a good fart.
Toulouse la Cat – yes, I know Chat is a male noun in French, but our Toulie was a girl, so Toulouse la Cat
Ruby Begonia – the sister in our first Anatolian Shepherd team at the farm. “Do the name Ruby Begonia
mean anything to ya?” Very old reference to the Amos and Andy Show, possibly also Laugh-In, and is
just fun to say.
Otis Macaroon – if Ruby had a middle name, then her brother Otis needed one as well, and I thought it
was a good combo. You know, it just rolled nicely off the tongue. Jim never acknowledged it (he also was
not a fan of Thunderpants, which I thought was hysterical).
Steven Ambrose – an alpaca born on the farm that I was ethically bound to name for a knitting blogger
who gifted me an amazing skein of French cashmere yarn after I publicly defended his definition of what
constituted lace in a knitting pattern. He was grateful enough to send me yarn, I was grateful enough to
say we’d name out next male after him, and voila, Steven Ambrose was born. Literally.
Clara Oswald the Impossible Girl – if you’re a Dr. Who fan, no explanation is needed. If you’re not, you’ll
need to look that up. I wanted to name her Pond (again, see Dr. Who), could not get Jim to agreement
on that one, so we compromised on Clara Oswald the Impossible Girl. Who has certainly lived up to her
Over the years we’ve had 5 dogs, 7 cats and 22 alpacas. That’s 34 names. Add in the fact that I think all
sentient beings need a name and I once had a mildly unhealthy attachment to a car, and you’ll
understand why I also had a Subaru named Maud. Laugh away, but you know I’m not the only one….