Badass Irish Dog Names Novels & Stories

Cade growled out, glaring down at the mutts, “I should have left you guys with the others.” Ava laughed, as the large dog nudged her head between them, “And who is this beauty?” She asked, as she gazed at the female German Sheppard, patting the dog on the head, whilst Rocky, her Yorkie yapped away eagerly. “That is Karma…” Cade responded, a sly secretive grin forming on his face. “Seriously…” Ava scoffed, shaking her head in amusement, “You gave your dog that name…?”

I add Denali, Yukon, Mako, Aspen, Aurora, Luna, Indigo, Sasha, Kyra, Kira, and a few others. I type “wolf names” into the search engine and the second site excites me. The names are dire wolves, the mythological-like dogs, adopted by the Stark children on HBO’s Game of Thrones. I’m a huge GOT fan. The names include: Ghost, Lady, Summer, Nymeria, Shaggy Dog, and Grey Wind. I quickly move my curser to number two on my list and insert Nymeria, Ghost, and Lady. This moves all other names farther down the list of possibilities. I circle Nymeria, as Arya Stark is a favorite character of mine.

Before I could look around, 2 dogs ran towards me and my eyes widened. He has one big grey alaskan malamute and one golden retriever. The both of them attacked me with kisses and I giggled seeing them jumping towards me. "What's their name?" "Eden and Morty." Ares answered as he pointed at the dog. Eden is the alaskan malamute and Morty is the golden retriever. "Hey Morty.. and Eden." I said as I hugged them both and when Ares walked towards the kitchen. They followed him.

I checked the dog’s gender and it’s a he. “Luke? Do you like the name Luke?” I was surprised when the dog got angry, he still looks cute though. “Easy boy. Easy!” I caressed his head to calm him down. “You don’t like the name Luke?” the dog got angry again. I chuckled at his cuteness. “How about Lux?” the dog barked angrily, “No? How about Light?” the dog jumped to me, I almost fell to ground. Good thing I kept my balance well enough. “You like the name Light?” the dog is wagging its tail, indicating that he liked the name Light. I get that he is from the Light Spirit but seriously? Light? Lux and Luke meant light too. I carried Light and picked up the bow before making my way towards Esco.

“Yes, yes. I will contact him now.” I threw an arm around Serena and walked with her towards the door. Marquee and Mario moved aside. I paused as I remembered something important. “The German Shepered, what’s his name?” “Nala,” he answered. “Nala,” I tasted the dog’s name. She’s a girl… “She’s coming with us.” Marquee nodded unwillingly. I opened the door and remembered another thing. “Oh, if you are lying to me about this rogue, I will rip your head off and feed it to the pigs.”

Jack was so jealous of Iris petting the dog. He put his arm around Tommy's shoulder, still watching Iris even though Jack's eyes were on Iris' cleavage. "I want to be a dog. Wooff! Wooff!" Tommy shuddered. "I'm going to be an animal torturer." Jack rolled his eyes lazily. "Then Iris will be the cop," said Jack, who Iris ignored. "Come on, Arthur." Wooff! Wooff! Tommy and Jack looked at each other for a moment. Just now, Iris called the dog by the name Arthur. And the dog also barked like he was happy to be called Arthur.

Taking care of him was the least I could do after I let our mother slip between my fingers. "No more treats for you, you greedy fucker," he said, waving the last treat in front of Villentretenmerth. Yes, he named his dog after a character from a fantasy TV series he wouldn't get his head out of. He claimed it made the dog sound badass. Villentretenmerth was scared of his own fucking shadow. And yes, his name was a fucking mouthful, so Mikhail shortened it to just Villen. Why he couldn't go with a normal name in the first place was as good as anyone's guess as mine.

He sounds incredulous as he says it. We head inside, and he sits on the rug, playing with the fluffy little thing, whose tail hasn’t stopped wagging for even a second. “Exactly. And I also took the liberty of picking her name, since you once named your fish Fish.” “Well, Daryl Dixon named his dog Dog.” “This,” I say, pointing to the puppy at his feet, “is not named Dog.” I sit across from my boyfriend and pet the adorable Golden Retriever. “And what did you name her?” James doesn’t take his eyes off his gift.

He yelled against the excruciating pain of wolfsbane, a white crystal like powdered substance known as the greatest source of pain and weakness to his kind, the Werewolves, and tonight he ensured this horrific fate in the hands of the infamous Rouge werewolf huntress Katarina Romanov. "Do not worry, I'm sure the answers will come to you in due time, little doggy" she said in a seductive Russian accented voice. She had long red hair at waist length and her eyes were grey in color, she was drop dead gorgeous, with a tall build and naturally endowed with seductive womanly curves capable of luring most men into lust and hunger for its touch. The tortured prisoner bared his fang at her, the term

Nessie was still confused and looked at her aunt who rolled her eyes. “Rover is an American term for a dog.” Toad explained to his niece. Looking at the woman, he continued; “The band that does the unicorn song is the Irish Rovers. She’s calling them little Rovers or little bards, as in traveling musicians that roam over the land or Rovers.”