Okay, I've got this kid (he's fictional) and he's just acquired this dog. He was rather hoping for an Egyptian Hunting Hound or a Staffy, but the dog he's swapped his BMX for is mostly black labrador. She might have something else in her, like Border Collie or Kelpie, but she's mostly lab. He needs to find a name for her.
It has to be a really good name - something his wannabe romance-writer aunt, Cass, with whom he lives - would think of. But also something a fourteen/fifteen year old boy, who is called Snipe (after the Australian Painted Snipe, a waterbird, not short for Sniper - as he secretly wishes) would embrace as well.
I wish I could offer rewards to any commenters who offer brilliant suggestions but a blogged thank you is the best you'll get. Remember what our mothers taught us, it's the thought that counts!
Names I have rejected so far include: Beauty, Lady, Lucy, Rosie (suggested by Rosie herself, but I explained I couldn't call the dog after my step-daughter, it just wouldn't feel right), Snuffles (he thinks she might be a hunting dog, Helen!), Blackie and Freya - good name, but one of my students is called Freya, so I couldn't do it.
Other news - well Millie received Honour Book in the CBCA awards which was a wonderful thing. Helicopter Man was Book of the Year and Once was also Honour book in the Younger Readers section. Good to have Millie up there!
I can't do the three-day novel contest - and I am woebegone at that, because I'm actually in Sydney for that week. It's a shame, but next year I'll be there with an even better idea. Sound of hollow laughter.
A couple of weeks ago Keith and I went to Bunnings, you know, bloke paradise and bought some hanging pots and little herbs for the back deck as the sun is coming slowly back to Belgrave. They looked beautiful. They made me feel as though I'd claimed a little more of the space as mine and I really enjoyed looking out at them.
Yesterday I got home from walking the dogs and discovered a bloody cockatoo had been at them - randomly pulled little stalks from my coriander and chives, clipped a few leaves from my Vietnamese Mint (I hope that hurt it's taste buds!), chewed some rosemary and sat - I swear it - sat in my contintental parsley. After this little herbal rampage, it plucked some of the flowers from my cymbidium orchid and scattered them around.
Today I'm putting Polly on the deck. That'll show them. She's an ultra fierce hunting dog of the small welcome mat variety, but she'll bark up a storm.
Next I buy a water pistol and lie in wait...Any other anti-cockatoo suggestions - that don't actually lead to physical harm would be gratefully received. But mainly, put your thinking caps on for good dog names - soemthng mythological would be good. Come on Gibah, you can do it!