we use "suckie baby" on all the animals

I've got two chihuahuas...

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Ripley is..

Rippey
Rippey Dippey Doo
Booger
Buddy
Ripikins

Truffle is..

Miss Truffle
Truffykins
She-wawa
Geez, would you please quit barking
and Truff-Truff

Heh, I have a ton of nicknames for my cats too. Together, they are "The Woos" (I have no idea where woo came from, it's a family thing for cute animals, as in "such a cute little woo). And of course, kitty and kitty boo and kitty boo boo. Diego is a "Meowalotamous" and Serafina is a "Fluffapatomous."

My cat's name is Claudia

Claudia poopoo
Poopoo piddle pants (my husband's name for her)
Claudia Cublette
Beep
Meow mix
Stink butt

My Teacup Poodle Cooper is
Doopy do
Doopus Do
Doop
or just plain Do

My Bichon Artie is
Artiemus or
Artie Artie or
Artie Fartie

My Cat Faith is
Faith Ful Lee or
Faithful kitten

My cat is Felix:
Nick names:
Paws
Lix
Trouble
Filipo
Stud
Mr. F

The one we use the most to refer to him is....Baby!

I have mother and son (Face and Toofy) great danes. Toofy, being a 3 year old male, still doesn't have a whole brain (they don't finish coming in until they're around 5 on the boys ;) ) so his nicknames are
Goofy Toofy
The Brainless Wonder

So, do human boys ever have their whole brains come in?

Maybe...in dog years:D

But 7 x 5 is 35. My X was 42 when he was shooting off fireworks one block off the biggest street in town. This was not on the 4th of July either. Calls made to police about shots fired. Cops catch hubby and best bud. Make them sit on ground, raise there right hands and promise never to set off fireworks in the city limits again. Then cops collect all the fireworks and liquor(what, you honestly didn't think liquor was involved:s:).

I just don't think human boy brains ever do come in.:dz:

:yikes:
:flame:
:frypan:to knock some sense

Why do you think I kept a full set of cast iron skillets around. Cause I love to cook. I don't think so.

Oops, back on topic:

Muffy passed away in May, but his were:

My Almond-eyed boy
Man of the House
Crap Factory
Poo Plunker

I also nicknamed my skillets. They were the Goto triplets.

Small - Go to the floor
Medium - Go to the hospital
Large - Go to the morgue

It's a good thing my x and I both hated physical violence. We could have killed each other barehanded. We would have wound up like the movie "The War of the Roses"

:lol::joker::rofl:

My cat smokey when she was pregnant was called podge, she's now known as pidge :)