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This is mostly because my dad objected to giving animals Christian names, though. My mother agreed because she'd once had a boyfriend who kept talking about his wonderful dog but would never say the dog's name. Finally Mom asked. The boyfriend somewhat shamefacedly admitted that the dog's name was the same as Mom's, and understandably that made things a little awkward...
Though there's something fun to be said for finding a very elaborate and obscure human name for a thoroughly undignified dog. "Euphegenia! Stop drinking from the toilet!" "Fetch, Zebulon!"
I had a Lab named Rounder, (ran circles around the yard when he was a pup) and a Beagle named Greenpeace. (he wouldn't run a rabbit). The black cat with white mittens and a white collar is named Chopin and one of the barn cats is named Freddy, as in Krueger. Not sure why Freddy has a name as no one in their right mind would ever call him.
My first Mastiff was named Hitchcock. If there was something dead within a 10-mile radius Hitchcock would find it, roll around in it and drag the carcass back to place it by the front door.
I don't name pets, I let the pets choose their own name. ;)