My mother fully embraces the "granddoggie" thing. She says she doesn't know if she's getting grandkids, so she's making do with what she's got. Suits me fine. As I like to say, there's a long line of people who want to steal my dog from me, and my mom is at the top.

You're already a wonderful therapist, Scrappy. Your wise words have helped me many times. All you need is the piece of paper.

What Ginger said, and everyone else. That's exciting, Scrappy!

Re: dog names, I was unsurprised to see Lucy on that map. My grandfather has had two dogs named Lucy, and I've met others. Around here people like to give their dogs names with a local flavor. I've met three dogs named Nola, plus Tchoup (after a road), Hubig (after a local fruit pie), Poboy, Beignet, etc. I'm still super proud of the name I gave to that stray chihuahua, though I suspect the new owner changed it; she found me on Music St, and I named her Coco Robichihuahua after a local musician who had recently died (Coco Robichaux).

Yesterday was D's birthday, and I feel good about how it went. I gave him his Chrismukkah gift, finally. I made him a hat rack from salvaged wood and old door knobs - [link] He really liked it, yay! Then I took him to dinner at Boucherie [link] (Nora's food recs FTW, as always). We had dessert elswhere, which unfortunately wasn't that great, and then back to my place for shenanigans. Tonight is going to be more fun - local music at dba, then dinner and makeup, then a David Bowie/Labyrinth-themed burlesque show (INORITE?), then hot tubbing at a friend's house. And then there's parades tomorrow and Sunday.

I'm kind of glad my boss didn't call me to come work this morning, and I got to sleep until 11 am, because damn, it's going to be a crazy weekend Carnival season month. Because let's not forget I'm moving in Feb, even if it's only two blocks. ::deep breath:: Here we go!!!

My sister refers to her daughter's dogs as her grand-dogs, and she even lets them come inside her house. It makes me laugh. I never would've thought it.

Scrappy, you qre going to be excellent!

I refer to my parents as Grand-meow and Grand-purr.

ETA, and that is how they signed Taz's get well card in 2011.

I once found, as a present for my mother, a pin that said "Ask Me About My Grandkitties".

Scrappy - that's an excellent idea!

My parents are dog people, and could not possibly care less about their grandcats.

Although that's not entirely true. My dad is kind of fascinated by them, but also allergic, so he doesn't really interact with them.

My mother has grudgingly accepted the "grandkitties" as the best she's gonna get and now even asks about them from time to time :)

My mom was the first person in my family to use the term granddog, which frankly shocked me. If I had used it I would have expected her to be outraged (whether about the "grand" or the general cutesiness I'm not quite sure).

These days though, I see a ton of Emma, Lucy, Emily and Maggie.

Aren't they all pretty near the top of the human lists, too? Matilda's school is full of all of them, and we've got multiples of most of them in our private lives too.

For boy dogs in this area, Jack has to be the all-time leader.

H'm. I think at least half the boy dogs I've ever known have been named Sparky.

And, randomly, my favorite cat names ever have remained exactly what they were the moment I first heard them twenty-two years ago, from a college friend hiding her contraband twin boycats in her dorm room: Aloysius and Sylvester, nicknames Wishy and Vesty. Decades later, I've still never heard a better cat pair name.

Even more randomly, my favorite anything-pair name is from another college friend, who named her breasts Flotsam and Jetsam.

Scrappy, that is not only not a crazy idea, but it's the SECOND BEST IDEA EVER.

But every day you would have to wear a t-shirt that says "What I Said."

This, however, is the FIRST BEST.