Is Honey a good name for your puppy? Find out why a dog named Honey is super popular.
Okay, let me walk you through how this all happened with Honey.
So, things felt a bit quiet around the house. You know how it gets. Just me, the walls, the usual routine. I started thinking, maybe a dog would liven things up. Not some fancy breed, just a good ol' companion. I wasn't sure at first, it's a big commitment, right? But the idea stuck.
I began looking around. First, I checked out the local shelter. Saw a lot of good dogs there, really tugged at the heartstrings. Spent a couple of weekends just visiting, talking to the volunteers. They do great work, seriously. Then I browsed some rescue group pages online, saw more pictures, read more stories. It's tough, seeing so many needing a home.
Finding the One
One afternoon, a friend mentioned their neighbour's dog had puppies. Wasn't planning on a puppy, thought I'd get an older dog maybe. But I went over anyway, just to look. Bad idea, right? You know how puppies are. There was this whole litter, tumbling around. And one of them, a little golden-brown thing, kinda clumsy, kept tripping over its own feet, just came and sat right by me. Looked up with those big eyes. That was it. Decision made, right there on the spot.
Then came the hard part: the name. I tossed around a few ideas:
- Goldie (too obvious?)
- Buttercup (a bit much?)
- Sunny (already know three dogs named Sunny)
- Bear (didn't really fit her)
Nothing felt quite right. She had this sweet, warm colour, like honey. And she was just so sweet-natured, even then, just a little fuzzball. I said "Honey" out loud. She tilted her head. Seemed to fit. Simple, warm, matched her colour and her vibe. So, Honey it was.
Bringing Her Home
Getting her settled in was... an adventure. The first night, lots of whining, as expected. Had to get up like three times. Chewed on a shoe, naturally. Peed on the rug I just bought. Standard puppy stuff, you know? But honestly, it wasn't too bad. She learned quick. We figured out a routine for walks, food, naps (mostly hers, sometimes mine).
Now? She's great. Still clumsy sometimes, especially when she gets excited. Greets me at the door like I've been gone for years, even if I just went to get the mail. Follows me everywhere. The house isn't quiet anymore, that's for sure. And yeah, the name Honey? Totally fits. She's just a sweet, golden part of the furniture now. Wouldn't trade her.
