NOODLE THE SCHNOODLE
That is the name Mom and Dad gave me but not before Scruffy (seriously?) and Skeeter (ugh!) were ruled out. Okay, I’ll cut Mom some slack on Scruffy. Immediately upon finding me she took me to Petsmart for a bath and some light grooming and she had to give them a name or they wouldn’t take me. I looked pretty scruffy that day so that’s what the girl and Mom decided on.
After watching me bounce around for a couple days, Mom and Dad realized I was a noodle-head. Silly as can be. My breed, assumed to be Schnauzer/Poodle aka Schnoodle. Put em together and there you have it – Noodle the Schnoodle.
Mom and Dad NEVER call me by my full name, though. Instead, I have to be on guard at all times for one of these gems:
Noods (I hate when Dad calls me this!)
Noopy Nooperstein (My jewish roots!)
Noopy Poopy (just don’t)
Noodle Kugel (my Aunt Perry calls me that!)
I’m sure there are more but how many can you expect me to remember off the top of my head?
RARELY, do I ever get called Noodle.
My questions for you: how did you get your name and what nicknames do you have? Don’t be shy!