On Twitter yesterday, Call Me Cate said, "I think if I ever have a kid or get a new pet, I'm gonna let you name him/her/it. You come up w cool names. #HammerChickieZoodle."
Well, I had to admit that I didn't come up with the name Hammer. In fact, while Chickie and Zoodle are, of course, not my kids' real names, Hammer is my dog's real name.
Before we had kids, our first dog had to be put to sleep, and we quickly wanted to get another. We contacted a Schnauzer rescue organization, and they put us in touch with a military family that needed to get rid of their (freakishly large) Miniature Schnauzer, since they were planning to move and couldn't keep him at their new location.
We got in touch with them. They told us the dog's name was Hammer. We didn't really care for the name, but figured if we took him, we'd let him keep it; he was over a year old, and we didn't want to change his name.
So we went to meet him, and asked this Marine family why they'd named him Hammer.
"Well," they replied, "his full name is Hammer of Justice." Wow. We decided to lose the last 2/3 of his name and stick with the short version.
So here he is--Hammer, formerly Hammer of Justice. Our crazy, hyper, currently shaggy dog.