EDITED TO ADD (because I forgot):
I always love to write about Milo, and hopefully you like hearing about him (and even if you don’t, it’s fine, because I’ve never going to stop talking about him).
Today, I wanted to highlight Milo’s name. People often ask how we came up with “Milo,” and the short answer is we didn’t.
When we saw Milo on the shelter website, he was listed as Bolow. We were not big fans of this name and knew immediately that if we liked him, we would change his name.
I read somewhere that if you change a dog’s name to another name that sounds the same, they’ll never know the difference (turns out this isn’t true, you can pretty much call a dog anything as long as it’s in the same tone of voice). Because of this, we played with two names: Rocco and Tebow.
We were thinking Rocco because we thought that Milo looked super manly on the website.
And we thought it would be kind of a badass name. On the flip side, we (mainly I) thought Tebow because I LOVE Tim Tebow.
Well, when we emailed Milo’s foster mom about “Bolow,” she responded about “Milo.” James and I were like, who the hell is Milo? Turns out Milo’s foster family didn’t like Bolow either, so they started calling him Milo.
We still considered changing his name until we went to meet him. He is such a Milo. He’s loving (not a badass Rocco), so playful, and like a little kid — like a Milo. Also, he answered to Milo when James said “bye” to him, so we were sold. So that’s how we got Milo.
Funny story though. James still wanted somewhat of a manly name for him, so we picked Bear as his middle name. That’s a strong, manly name, right? Well, it backfired, because when you say Milo Bear quickly, it sounds like you are saying “My little bear.” What is less threatening than that?
But it’s okay because he is our little bear. Our little Milo Bear
On that note, off to work! Have a great day everyone!!