Pain in the arse if you holiday a bit, though.
If you holiday locally, make sure you get something that can go in the car. We're ALWAYS tryign to find someone to feed teh dog. Luckily my friend, and neighbour, also has a dog and we swap helping each other out. Problem is, this new years....we're holidaying together.
As for names, like DD, my wife always picks our pet names (does a great job, IMHO) and always, like Skud, after you have at least a short time with the animal.
Ours so far have been .....
Storm - A pitch black lab x Staffy. Beautiful dog with just a little nasty streak below the surface for anyone who looked like doing her (or us) harm. Had been beaten as a puppy and like a Storm, was just a little on the edge at times. I miss my girl deeply....lower spine gave way when she was 14 and we had to put her down a few months back.
Chester - A Beagle.....with Storm, just reminded us of that Chester from the cartoons. Can I play?...Can I? ....Can I? ....do you want me to get the ball?....Do ya? If I was the type, I'd happily send him to God....Psycho, untrainable mess of an animal. Have tried to give him away over the years, but no takers.
Buster - A Stray cat kitten that we found in a litter of 7. Whilst the others were hiding in a huddle shaking. He just walked up, took a swipe at my shoelace and sat there looking at me with a "Well, what do you want?" look on his face.
Missy - Busters little sister, Tortoise shell, completely lady-like in everything she did.
Sadly, we only have Chester left and he's a pain in the arse (hence my, don't get a beagle comment). Escapes, digs, destroys things....even at 10yo, has never calmed down a bit. As much as I loved Storm, I find it hard to even tolerate Chester.
Whatever you get, do the tolerance test....put them on their back and hold them there. if they accept it, you're the boss and probably always will be. If they fight you back.....next option. Works well.....only problem we had was we did this with Chester and all looked good.....turned out he was horribly sick (almost died just after we got him) and that's why he wouldn't fight back. Fully healthy, he struggled, barked, growled and bit every inch of the way. Bastard.