Frankie's 4th of July "Name Game"!

Frankie Furter is hosting a brilliant Independence Day game: he's asked us to tell where we got our names! So here goes!

Since I am a rescue girl, I came to my Pawrents with the name Samantha. I don't exactly know who gave it to me, but I've learned something about what Samantha means. Although my peeps were told they could change my name, they decided I'd been through enough and to change "Samantha" would just add to a lot of confusion!

This is a painting of St. Samantha, the patron saint of school children. I like that! The origin of my name comes from the Hebrew for Sam(uel) and Antha (Greek for flower) = Samantha. Supposedly, (heheh) Samantha means "intelligent and attentive listener." Paws up!

This is a collage of just some of the things I've been blogging about since November of 2008. I sures appreciates my pals! I can't wait to hear about your names!

This is an art piece of a "Bear God." That's what the origin of Ozzie the cat's name is! My pawrents also rescued Ozzie, a kitty once owned by a neighbor a few streets over. The neighbor decided she liked to travel more than she liked to care for Oz. Ozzie came here a few months before I did, so she's really the Alpha around here. Mama spied her collar before someone hijacked it; it seems her name was once Ozyma. Can't find out a thing about that name. But the origin of Ozzie (a male name) comes from the old Germanic Oswald and the old Norse, Osborn. The meaning(s) are either "bear god" or God's/Divine Power. Believe me, it suits her purrrfectly heheh!

I suppose you're wondering what a bottle of beer is doing on a dog blog post. We're not supposed to drink beer... are we??? Several weeks before Avalon came to live with us, her very own Mama told my pawrents that the whole litter was going to be theme-named! So Ma and Pa had to come up with an "Artisan Beer" name fur my sisfer. They thought and thought. And they looked and looked. But they had trouble finding something that would ring that perfect bell for this lil girl puppy. Finally, when they had thunk enough, they decided that since Golden Retrievers originated in the British Isles (Scotland, to be specific), they'd have to find a brew from the UK. Again, they searched. And they did some research on Arthurian legend too, cause they like all that Knights of the Round Table stuff. Finally, Mom got away from the 'puter one night and called Dad, saying "Avalon"! And Dad liked that too. Now we had to find the right Artisan Beer! Since Avalon was supposedly the Isle where the fairest apples grew and also where King Arthur's sword was forged, Mom looked to see where Avalon was. The town of Glastonbury is thought to be closest to where the Isle of Avalon once was. Ma looked up Glastonbury breweries and voila! Her full name is (breeder) Tigana's Glastonbury Golden Chalice. Now you know why that bottle of beer precedes all of this 'splainin'!

Isn't it just simpler to see a picture of her?

Such a big name fur such a small pupper! Can't wait to read your stories!