May 28, 2016. Silicon Valley, California (Photo May 30, 2015, Sonoma County Coast.)
While thinking about what to say in a notice to family and friends, I recalled something that I’d read or heard that the number of nicknames one has for someone is a mark of the degree of affection that one has for them.
That got me and the Muse to thinking…
Here’s what we recalled, in no particular order:
Chewy, Chew, Chewbacca, Chewy-Bacca, Chewster, Chewsty, Bacca, Bacca-Boy, Bacs, Bac Man, Bopper, Bopper-boy, Chew-bopper, Chew-boppa, Chew-bop, Chew-bop Kwaku-Bah, Crazy Horse, Bops, Ba, Baba, Chew-bird, Chew-burg, Chew-biscuit, Chewy-biscuit, Chewberry Pie, Chewy Burbock, Chewy La-La, La-La, Chewbser, Chewbsers, Chewbster, Chewmanfu, Choob, Choobie, Choobie-Bacca, Choo-Choo, Choo-Choo Train, Train, The Boy, The Man, Mister Man, Man-pants, Pants-man, Man-among-men, Mang, Tail-wagger, Wail-tagger, Waggie, Wags, Wag-man, Fuzz Face, Face, Dude, Duder, Your Dudeship, Mister Dude, Main Man, Schush, Schkunk, Schkunkman, Schkunker, Schkunkerman, Buba, Bubs, Bullet Boy, Rocket Man…
There are probably more.
He answered immediately to every single one.
It’s good to have a dog with a sense of humor. And flexibility.