Welcome Home, Caleb!
Caleb and Pickle
I lost most of this weekend to a killer migraine, but even that wasn’t enough to stop me from bringing home Bon yesterday. My second pick puppy out of Butters and Versace, Bon has fitted in since he got here like he’s lived here his entire life.
The only problem? His name didn’t seem to fit him.
We tried a few out over the weekend (Winston was too Bulldoggy, Gavin made him cry, Atticus made Sean roll his eyes, Gaelen was too.. something or other), and finally settled on Caleb. From the Hebrew, Caleb means
“like, as” and Lev, meaning “heart,” making the meaning “like the heart.” Because the name in Hebrew is spelled with the same consonants as the word for “dog,” the name is commonly thought to mean dog.”
Another interpretation is ‘faithful and dog like heart’, which fits a stoic little guy like Caleb to perfection. Like his father, Caleb is calm and relaxed about most situations. Meeting all of the strange (and sometimes less than enthusiastic) dogs in our house was a breeze for him – he played with Pickle, tried to nurse on Mae, and quickly learned to stay away from his cranky Great Grandma, Sailor. He slept through the entire night, only waking up at about 4 am when he finally realized he was all by himself. He got over it fairly quickly, and didn’t wake up again until 8 am this morning.
He and Pickle have become fast friends, a fact for which I’m grateful – Pickle needs a pal she can play with. Delilah is less than thrilled, even though he technically is her brother. She feels this house already has far too many dogs in it, and that one more (and a boy, at that) is a really bad idea. We’ve told her she has to get used to it, but that she’s still our Princess Pudding Pants.
Caleb is sleeping on my feet as I type this, and I couldn’t be happier with him. He’s been a nice end to a crappy weekend.
By the way, we’ve decided that Caleb’s brother, Hammy, will be made available to a pet home. He’s still the most adorable, smiley faced Frenchie you’ve ever seen, but he’s a tad light in bone. Our loss, some lucky family’s gain!
Here’s Hammy, being adorable –
And here’s a whole set of his photos. For more info, you can email me.
Photos of Caleb after the cut, or on Flickr
Well, you already know what I think!!!!! Sooooooooo in love with him!!!!!!!!
Aww, congrats and best wishes on the new addition!
Caleb is adorable, it’s a name I’ve always liked and we tossed it around for our third son before settling on Nathan.
Out of curiousity, have you ever kept the name a pup came with? I can’t say that I have.
Have you had owners keep the name you gave a puppy? I can only think of one who has!
You know, I think I have – Daisy Dog came to me named Daisy, and I kept the name. Other than that… umm, no.
I, of course, always have a tiny little tantrum when people change puppy names, but I’ve grown to accept the fact that I might *name* a puppy, but that doesn’t make it his or her *real name*.
I was given a puppy from my veteran boy a few months ago. A total surprise (a very welcome one) no strings attached. Name she came with was Mulan. She is many many things. Not one of them is “Mulan”.
So she is now Amelia. And I keep getting asked how Mulan is, although they are now getting used to her being an Amelia.
I will say that there have been a few pups born here over the years who I struggled with names for. They kept changing but never felt quite right. Their new families seemed to have no problem finding a great name though. Dogs destined to stay seem to have their name built in.
I look after a British Bull Dog called Pedro, although he is a lovley dog he is not nearly as cute as your little French Bulldogs. Great name quite original