I wanted to name my horse after a Bon Jovi song; nothing too obvious, just a subtle reference. It didnâ€™t work out. I probably should have known better.
Picking a name is serious business with horses. In Quarter Horses more so than Thoroughbreds, the name is usually a hybrid of the father and mother (sire and dam). For example, â€œEye of a Streakerâ€â€™ was our horse. Her father was Special Eye Appeal and her mother was Streakin Queen. The name must be registered with the American Quarter Horse Association and it canâ€™t duplicate another living horse. For betters at the track, the name gives you an idea of what should be expected. You can tell if a horse is out of proven parents by the name alone.
In the case of my horse, I had found something that seemed to work and my mom had agreed to send it into AQHA with his registration pages. Oddly enough, there is a horse out there named Bonjovi already. Even, I think thatâ€™s a little nuts.
Still, somehow, the papers came back with nothing even remotely close to my original name choice; his name is Dee Brakes Gone. We call him Brakes. It was convenient my mom had suggested that name. I should have known better. She always has the last say when it comes to names.
Foaling season is coming up and like every year, I doubt Iâ€™ll have any input on the names other than getting a phone call from my mom asking me to â€œGet on your computer and look this up.â€ Even though she has working Internet and a perfectly good computer I guess it is easier to call me. At least I get to hear what sheâ€™s considering.
I know I probably wonâ€™t ever win this argument. The Brakes debacle was years ago and my suggestions on names have never been heeded.Â The cows I donâ€™t care about and we wonâ€™t be getting another dog anytime soon; but, I think Iâ€™ve found a battle I can win: Iâ€™ve gone in for the cats.
So this fall when they added five kittens to the two at home, I called out naming rights as soon as I could.
Hereâ€™s what I came up with:Â
Magnum P.I.: A black cat with a much-defined white strip on his upper lip, i.e. a moustache. I considered Tom Selleck, but Magnum now purrs when I ask him what heâ€™s investigating today.
Captain Charlie Crash: He goes by Charlie but originally I named him Crash because he hails from Owatonna, Minn., where a sheriffâ€™s deputy talked me into taking him home after he was abandoned by his mother at an accident site.
Festus & Matt Dillon: Named after Gunsmoke characters for my Dad (who long ago gave up on naming anything around the ranch).
Stubby: He has a stubby tail. It didnâ€™t quite grow.Â
Maytag: He likes to â€œwashâ€ or lick you.
Aurora Borealis or Boris for short: A long-haired gray that has a perfect ring of white hairs illuminatingÂ his chubby little face like a lunar eclipse.Â Â
Amazingly, whether she just feels a little residual guilt over Brakes (or for naming my puppy even after Iâ€™d picked out a name) mom is letting me run with it. Of course, my mom chose my name and as likely suspected I was named after a horse person; except, my namesake wasnâ€™t a girl, but her father. Yep, Iâ€™m named after a man (and his daughter who was a Wendy Jr.).
I suppose, like Brakes, I should just be thankful it wasnâ€™t an 80s hair band.