Dear Mom and Dad, would you please stop calling me embarassing nicknames when we are out in public?!  I am a grown dog now, with responsibilities.  Heck, I even have a blog!  So please resist the urge to call me “Chuckles” and the even far more dreaded “Chuckle Bum” while out in public.  If you do feel the need to use a name other than Chuck Billy, some acceptable options are “CB” or perhaps even my formal name of “Charles William.”  Ok, so that last one will make me think I did something horribly wrong, because that’s the only time you use it now.  But to be honest, it would nice to hear it in a positive tone from time to time.

I don’t want to sound like a jealous sibling, but I do admit I am envious of Asa’s cool nicknames of “Ace” and “Zombie Puppy.”  Sure it is harder to rhyme things with Asa, and Zombie Puppy is really more stating a fact to warn people rather than a nickname.  But couldn’t you call him something silly like “Cotton Ball” or “Asa Bear” that would match his silly public persona?

William Shakespeare once pondered, “What’s in a name?  That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”  Well I have an answer for old Billy Shakespeare, it may smell the same, but it sure is embarrassing being called Rosie Poo!