Badass Irish Dog Names Novels & Stories

She asked Rishik who was watching at the side, "What would make a good name for the dog?" Rishik replied in a icy tone, "Just call it Dog." "No. Can you be more serious?", Toshani frowned. "Call him Stinky.", Rishik again said as his eyes were darker than before. "You are the stinky one. Don't give such a nasty name to such a cute dog.", Toshani blazed dangerously at her husband. "Because he was stinky, to begin with", Rishik moved closer to her. Toshani rebutted, "He wasn't. You're clearly biased".

I know of the conference and I plan to have it happen then. “I will send out our Irish Dogs to begin this little capture. Don’t you worry your pretty lil head Cassie, they will regret the day they touched you. Stay in touch and keep this between us. Ma and pa send their love to ya. Love ya cuz.” We hang up, and I smirk as I lean back in my chair. The Irish are savage, brutal men. They answer to no-one. Not even Matteo, but they will answer to me. We are family, after all.

“I don’t know what to call him. How about Fluffy?” Logan snickers. “Please don’t do that. The poor little guy already looks like a fluffball. How about Killer?” I roll my eyes at his suggestion. He’s such a guy. “I’m not going to call my dog killer.” Logan chuckles in reply. “Come on, Mal. You don’t want to give him a wimpy name. What would the other dogs say? You have to give him a tough name.”

she murmurs, her voice small but happy. I watch as Callum visibly relaxes beside me, his shoulders losing some of their tension. His hand slips from mine, resting on his thigh as he leans a little closer to Nevina. “I... used to have...a dog a lot bigg-er than Little Bear. His name was...chance.” “Really?” Nevina looks up at him, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “What kind of dog?” Callum glances at me, as if gathering strength, before turning back to her. “Germ-German shepherd. They are smart and brave.”

“Ariel.” Iris and Bree called. Their eyes widened seeing the little girl standing right in front of the Bostons’ two dogs. They weren’t the normal pet dogs that people have at home. They were dangerous and strictly for protection. Last time Bree checked, these dogs weren’t friendly at all and they once tried to bite her when she first came here. If it wasn’t for Mr Boston who saved her, she might have lost her legs. But her little Ariel was standing right in front of the dangerous dogs that were almost the same height as her. She looked them directly in the eye without an ounce of fear in her eyes.

I like him so much. I think he's a divine creature or one of those unorthodox creatures created from unknown and untamable sources. Well, I'm going to keep him because I've finally found a family. Now, what should I name him? I named him Sirius. The pup became my most loyal companion. He hates Livvy and they always fight whenever they are in the same room. Sirius was stronger than I ever imagined and not even Livvy's powers could do anything against him. They were evenly matched.

Besides even if he was, he was far too young to have awakened his wolf. I looked up to the eagle as it called. It was a majestic noise that I had no word for. “And that is Kerrigan. And it was Orlaith who let you smell his breath.” Oisin added. I winced as he mentioned the bear. I had been so sure it would bite my head off when it had attacked me. For the Moon goddess’ sake. Who kept pets like that? “Your animals are very well trained.” I observed. I had hard of keeping other predators as pets but the had to be reared from a young age and even the their feral natures always made them leave the captivity.

“And, oh, how that dog loved the way the human petted the side of his ear and the top of his head.” They did it several times more while the two other dogs watched. The three large dogs were Aspins also. The biggest was named, Popo. He had brown fur and really kind eyes. He looked scary only because of his size. The other one was a little smaller than Popo. His fur is black. His name was Bantay. And the alpha dog, Tagpi, was the smallest among the three and the furriest. He’s got dominantly white fur with brown patches on his head and his body.

"Most people go with Max or Buddy." "He named himself, really." I smiled as Gasoline approached Nate's dogs with typical exuberance. "Your three seem very well-behaved." "Meet the gang," Nate gestured to each dog in turn. "Einstein here is the mastermind," he pointed to a dignified grey Weimaraner. "Schrödinger," a black Scottish Terrier, "is simultaneously well-behaved and chaos incarnate. And this little lady," he scratched behind the ears of a tiny Yorkshire Terrier, "is Marie."