As I child I begged my parents for a dog, and when they finally conceded, I declared that our fuzzy white puppy would be called “Mr. Fluffy.” (I was 7.) I asserted that Mr. Fluffy was the only name that truly captured the essence of my new friend.
My dad believed that our dog, like the pets he grew up with, should have a strong, masculine name like Buster, Moose or Scout, and under no circumstances would he walk down the street calling, “Mr. Fluffy, come here Mr. Fluffy!”
Though those classic dog names can seem overplayed and old hat now, there is secret logic behind the choice.