Naming animals ... a platform for endless humour...but not for everyone it seems

It seems to me that there is no limit to the wit you can conjure up around choosing a name for your animal. 

I have never actually explored the comedy element myself but do get deeply involved in the choosing game and spend days turning over ideas. I enjoyed choosing my children's names so much and in fact spent about 9 months thinking of little else. When I had MrMcGregor trapped in a car I would try to get him to review my long list and shorter list, he had almost zero interest and said helpfully he would know when he saw him/them. In fact his only actual suggestion was Tractor and then when he saw Laurie he said he hadn't a clue but should we google any interesting meanings linked to the fact he was born on a no moon night? He did come up with some intriguing and unprouncable Arabic name that I felt wasnt that relevant without a hint of Arabic roots. 

When I presented him with Gabriel or Laurie he still couldn't choose and in the end an unknown neighbour in a cafe that heard our pontifications lent over and said she didn't like Gabriel... 

Anyway back to animal names. I know someone who has the uniquest of animal naming skills, in fact Danny is a genius. He's 7 years old and has a brood of chickens and their names include T Rex, Stegosaurus, Poo, Super Poo, Ball and Messi and the latest little chick is Bob, son of Michael. I add these to some of my all time favourites such as the chickens called Sue and Richard or the standard poodle Gary. Call me puerile but they always make me smile. 

My animal names by comparison are very dull. There were Tea and Biscuit the Call Ducks or Cherry and Pie their predecessors. I love the names of moths which seem so descriptive and vivid so have been inspired by the Beautiful Carpet or Sharp-angled Carpet for chickens past. And my neighbour recently found a Rusty Tussock moth caterpillar, in super stylish attire - so I've banked that for another animal on another day. 

But the reason I raise this subject is that we need to name our two new chickens. One is Willow's and has become Eggy after Egg mark 1, a super and appropriate name I agree. But the very glamorous silver wyandotte is Dominik's and I hoped I could name it as we know he has little to no interest.

Should she be Lacewing I muse or Shirley, edging into comedy realms? He says "absolutely no, it's his chicken so he will name her and she is obviously called Tallie"... as in Tall, with an 'ie'. 

I am consumed by annoyance, an emotion I seem to embrace very readily these days. Why? And please NO. It's a useless, pointless name and what's more a huge missed opportunity. But he refuses to budge Tallie she is and will remain. Poor thing! 

(On reflection has she fallen foul/fowl of a protest name? If so it worked, the annoyance is not subsiding. Oh and on another note, his suggestion for the girls were Misty and Drizzle, being the weather conditions they were born in. Sometimes his humour is a little hard to fathom and I'm still not quite sure if he was serious or not. But surely Tallie could embrace Drizzle beautifully? Ok I really need to stop this and try to turn my mind to higher thoughts...)