Different Kinds of Dogs With Pictures and Names

I follow 33 dog accounts on Instagram and five on Snapchat. I don't discriminate. Bird dogs. Beagles. Cocker Spaniels. Puggles. General dog accounts. Funny dog accounts. Foreign dog accounts in languages I don't speak. I stop people on the street to pet their dogs. I ask their breed, their name, if they're having a good day? Since 2010 I have kept a "note" on my iPhone with a running list of future dog names. At the time of writing, the list contained a robust 112 potential monikers.

Brigitte Bardot with her dog in London in the 1960s

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I grew up with bird dogs. First we had two big, thick black labs: Bailey and Clara. Then, all of a sudden, we had none. Bailey went to live on a farm. (Looking back I realize how euphemistic that sounds, but that is what I was told and have never questioned.) Clara suddenly developed an inferiority complex around children, an unfortunate recessive trait; after biting two of the neighborhood kids and my brother, my parents were sorrowfully advised to have her put down. I had been looking forward to showing off my furry friends all year at the annual kindergarten pet show, but now I was an empty nester. I had to prop up my stuffed animals on a card table instead of prancing around with B and C. That is probably where this all began, that critical moment during early childhood when I needed a dog for achievement and social status and I had only lifeless imitations.

Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn sit with a dog on their shoulders in a scene from the 1945 film Without Love.

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My family did eventually get a new dog, a Springer Spaniel named Lucy, whom I had a complex, sisterly relationship with. She pockmarked my Barbies with her teeth and devoured a carefully constructed gingerbread house.

For the last nearly two decades I have roamed the earth dog-less. My first mistake in adult life choices was moving to New York City. Small apartments and jobs that at first worked me frantic then put me on airplanes every other week, all made dog ownership dramatically out of reach. I knew I loved dogs too much to give them a halfway, New York City-style life.

The author's mother with her dogs, c. 1960s

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Even privileged city dogs can fall victim to the indignities of an urban existence. The well-established fashion photographer I worked for in my early years owned not one but three Great Danes. I used to walk them (two at a time) on the cobblestoned streets surrounding the old Meatpacking hotspot Pastis. On one sweltering lunch hour tour, one of the great beasts developed a horse-sized symptom of IBS. As I moved the two leashes into my left hand and reached for a plastic bag I could already smell the situation. The sidewalk-seated lunch-goers were inches away as I swiped at the mess on the sunbaked concrete. I did my best. As I stood up I came face to face with a helpless diner. We locked eyes. To my horror it was Daniel Day-Lewis, mid-bite, face aghast. The Danes and I tucked our tails between our legs and scampered off.

As I rose through the ranks in career and apartments, the feeling that my life in the glass canyons of Manhattan was still not set up for a dog gnawed at me. What if, one day, it was my Fido who had to suffer the shame of public diarrhea in front of an Academy Award-winning actor?

The author's grandparents' basset hound puppy contemplates a swim.

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Finally I decided if I were ever going to have a dog, I'd have to leave New York. I quit my job and moved to a small, idyllic town in Colorado, a little place called Aspen. Super dog-friendly, right? Wrong. The housing situation is so tight in Rocky Mountain ski towns that one might say the market is rigged against pet-owning renters. The clash of billionaire second-home owners and locals plays out daily in Aspen's two main street papers. Op-eds rage over luxury developments and the implicit need they create for expanded affordable housing—dog-friendly affordable housing that is.

What if, one day, it was my Fido who had to suffer the shame of public diarrhea in front of an Academy Award-winning actor?

Having the gumption to re-cast one's life to accommodate a hypothetical pet is a modern luxury, to be sure. And it is so "millennial" to feel emotionally scarred by your kindergarten pet show… but that is beside the point. It is uncivilized as far as I'm concerned, to be a person without a dog.

So, as I move in to my no-pets-allowed rental condo in the crisp mountain air, I will keep adding to that iPhone note of dog names until the situation is rectified. Perhaps there's a business idea in there somewhere. You send me three pictures of your pup and I'll send you three name options. "Www dot hey-dog dot com" has a nice ring to it, no?

Heretofore, my personal trove of dog names: (Please don't steal one. I might need it sometime in the distant future.)

Smokey

Buddy

Bull

Busby

Butterscotch Puddin' "Pud"

Boo

Thumper

Ajax "Jax"

Wolfcamp – (name of my great-grandmother's stud)

Buck "Buckie"

Burr

Stilly

Trigger

Princey

Hugo

Ilsa

Bear

Beast

Moses

Fred

Romeo

Brigitte

Thor

Haunch

Shadow

Booker

Scooby

Tim Riggins "Riggs"

Freckles

Boodles

Huck Finn "Huckles"

Pepper

Bart

Rex

Bowie Fu

Pamplemousse "Pompli"

Bubba

Brody

Paris

Muffin

Bogie

Dapper

Thunderbird – (name of Mom's childhood horse)

Sugar – (Mom's childhood pony)

Spice – (Mom's other childhood pony)

Digger - (Aunt Margie's childhood horse)

Honey - (Uncle Jimmy's)

Red - (Uncle Watty's)

Peppy

Bing Crosby

Mr. Peters

Daenerys Targaryen – "Daeny"

Baumer

Jolene

Doll

Dolly

Willie

Dickie

Bluebird

Dude-man

Dumpling

Shirley

Jack Hays

Flaco

Tonne

Tawny

Edna

Dirty Paws

Blake Barefoot

Minty

Tundra

Bey

Bae

Rapscallion - "Rap"

Sport

Pete

Ari

Lebron James

JB Fletcher

Tristan

One Stab

Jeff Goldblum

Nutmeg

Dale Beaverman

Bingley

Darcy

Mr. Knightley

Shadowfax

Pippen

Samwise the Brave

Giorgio

Flash

Dexter Retecki- "Dex"

Chace

Darryl

Honeybear

Cutie (short for Cutie Paul Gus)

Schatzi

Cindy

Christy

Biscuit

Edelweiss "Edel"

Captain "Cap"

Chief

Carlitos

Rascal

Gretel

Hansel

Cheese

Baby

Elvis Presley Sings his song Hound Dog to a Basset Hound in a Top Hat in 1956.

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Different Kinds of Dogs With Pictures and Names

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