The Dog Will Not Be Named Gary
Dear Priscilla,
I've been dating my boyfriend, Tom, for eight months, and things are going really well — he's kind, he remembers my coffee order, and last week he told me he loved me for the first time. The only hiccup is that we've started talking about getting a dog together, and Tom wants to name it after his college roommate, Gary, "as an inside joke." I think it's a little strange to name our dog after another man, even in jest, and Tom says I'm reading too much into it. Am I overreacting?
— Meredith, Tulsa, Oklahoma
A lovely question, Meredith. It reminds me of the autumn of 2003, when I too believed that naming something after a person was just a harmless little bit of whimsy, a private joke between two people who loved each other and had nothing whatsoever to hide.
I was engaged, then, to a man named Desmond, who grew a single cactus on our windowsill with the devotion other men reserve for firstborn sons. He watered it on a schedule. He rotated it toward the light. And one evening, over a dinner I had cooked entirely from scratch, including a compote, he informed me that he had named it. Deborah. After his ex-girlfriend. "It's just a plant, Priscilla," he said, in the exact tone Tom is using on you right now, Meredith, which is how I know precisely where this is headed and why I must beg you, gently, to listen to a woman who has been to the place you are currently standing at the edge of.
I told myself it was nothing. I told myself a cactus was not a threat. But six months later I discovered that Desmond had also named the ceiling fan "Deb," and the good kitchen scissors "D," and I understood, far too late, that I was not living with a man and his cactus — I was living in a shrine with visiting privileges. When I finally confronted him, he wept and said I had never understood his "naming philosophy," as though this were a coherent worldview and not a five-alarm fire I had been standing inside for a year. Do not make my mistake, Meredith. A name is never just a name. A name is a flag a man plants in a thing so he can visit the person he actually misses without ever leaving the room.
Now, I want to be fair to Tom, whom I have never met and who may well be exactly the sweet, coffee-order-remembering man you describe. Perhaps Gary is simply an old friend, and the dog will simply be Gary, and nothing more sinister than a mild lapse in naming taste will ever come of it. But I would be doing you a disservice as your columnist and as a woman who has rebuilt her life from the studs up if I did not tell you what I have learned in the years since Desmond, across a catalog of subsequent misfortunes I have catalogued with the rigor of a woman filing for the historical record.
There was, for instance, the falconer — I will not use his name, as I have found it is bad luck to say it aloud on a Tuesday — who left me in the spring of 2003 for a woman he met at a Renaissance faire, and who, in a detail I still find genuinely difficult to speak about, had also asked me, six weeks into our courtship, if he could name his falcon after me. I said yes. I was flattered. I did not yet understand that being the namesake of a bird of prey is not a romantic gesture, it is a rehearsal for the day the man himself flies off your glove and doesn't come back. That same falconer, I should mention, also left me at my own housewarming party in 2007, which I recognize does not line up chronologically with the spring of 2003, and I have made my peace with the fact that certain betrayals exist outside of linear time. Grief does that. It pools.
Then there was the fiancé — this was after Desmond, before the falconer, or possibly during, the years blur in a way I've stopped fighting — who left me for competitive topiary, an entire sport I did not know existed until it took him from me, hedge clipper in hand, forever. And there was the man who stole my mother's casserole recipe and submitted it to a regional cook-off under his own name, which sounds like the smallest of these wounds, Meredith, and I assure you it was not, because a man who will steal your casserole will steal anything, given time and an unlocked recipe box.
You will notice, if you are keeping a tally, that these men have almost nothing in common except this: each of them, at the outset, insisted that a small thing — a cactus, a bird, a hedge, a recipe — was not a big deal. That I was overreacting. That I was reading too much into it. Meredith, I want you to sit with that sentence, because it is the exact sentence in your letter, and it is the exact sentence I heard, in one form or another, every single time, right before the ground opened up beneath me.
So here is what I have learned to do, and what I recommend to you, not as advice exactly but as a kind of architecture. Do not name the dog Gary. Do not name anything after anyone who is not you, ever, for any reason, no matter how charming the justification. I have found that the only truly safe course is to keep your naming rights entirely to yourself, and ideally to keep the rest of your rights to yourself as well. I currently live alone, by design, behind a modest but effective moat I had installed myself two summers ago, and I correspond with the outside world under three separate aliases, each with its own bank account and its own opinions about brunch. I speak to almost no one. My closest ongoing relationships are with a box turtle named Harold, whom I trust completely, because a reptile has never once asked me to name anything after his college roommate, and frankly never will.
I do not say this with bitterness, Meredith. I say it with the quiet satisfaction of a woman who tried the other way for a very long time and finally found the way that works. I am, by any reasonable measure, thriving. I sleep well. I have never once discovered that my ceiling fan had a secret identity. And I want that same peace for you, which is why I urge you, gently but firmly, to hold your ground on this dog.
Learn from my mistakes, Meredith, and you can be exactly as happy as I am.
— Priscilla
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OFF TOPIC but I have to tell somebody, I started eating only beige colored foods two weeks ago, biscuits, mashed potatoes, plain rice, a little chicken, and I feel AMAZING, clearest my head has been since the Clinton administration. My daughter says it's not a real diet and there's no science behind it but my daughter also microwaves eggs so I don't put much stock in her opinion. God bless whoever invented the dinner roll.
OFF TOPIC but if anybody else has noticed Tuesdays just feel WRONG lately, not sleepy wrong, off on purpose wrong, I started a Facebook group for people who agree and we are up to eleven members now, the dog naming thing can wait.
okay so I clicked on this because of the dog thing but I want to mention real quick that me and my brother in law started a podcast, Two Guys One Shed, and we actually almost did an episode about naming pets after people except we got sidetracked talking about how nobody trusts Tuesdays anymore which if you don't know is a whole group on Facebook now, hundreds of us, and honestly once you start noticing how Tuesday always ruins a perfectly good week you cannot unsee it, and speaking of things you cannot unsee my sister in law just got into gutter guards, not selling them exactly but she says every patriot homeowner has a civic duty to at least hear the presentation, and I meant to tie this back to the compote but I genuinely forget where I was going with any of this, anyway good luck to Meredith.
OFF TOPIC but my neighbor put up a giant inflatable turkey THREE MONTHS before Thanksgiving and when the HOA sent a notice he told them it was 'seasonal all year round' and I have never in my life heard something so unreasonable. anyway good luck with the dog Meredith, name him whatever you want, life is short.
THE REAL ISSUE NOBODY IS TALKING ABOUT is that Priscilla never once mentioned if this dog is getting proper tags and a microchip, forget Gary, forget Tom, if that dog gets loose because of some inside joke naming ceremony that is on ALL of you.
OFF TOPIC but my gospel bluegrass cover band, we call ourselves The Rapture Pickers, is playing this Saturday in the church parking lot, bring a folding chair, first fifteen minutes is a hymn set then we do some Dolly. Nothing to do with any dog or any Gary, just wanted my church family to know. God bless.
Priscilla honey with all do respect DO YOUR OWN RESEARCH before you go telling this poor girl to relax, because I have said for years this whole naming-things-after-men foolishness traces straight back to the 1970s when everybody got so casual about everything. My late husband Delbert would never of named so much as a HAMSTER after his roommate, God bless him and rest his soul.
Verlene with all do respect (see I can say it too) it was NOT the 1970s, it was the 1990s when men stopped taking naming serious, I lived through both decades and I am telling you the 90s is where it all went sideways, God bless but you are simply wrong here.
Dutch I do not know what 1990s you were living in but mine had plenty of respectable naming going on, so no, I will not be taking that back, and frankly I think you owe Delbert an apology even though you never met him. God bless you anyway.
Well this reminds me, had the left knee done back in March, doctor said six weeks and wouldn't you know it took closer to eleven, physical therapy gal named Donna was tough as nails but fair. Anyway never did find out what happened with the dog and Gary. God bless.
RESPECT. BOUNDARIES. LOYALTY. That is the whole letter right there, don't need to read the compote part twice to know where I stand.
Ostrowski you skipped LOYALTY straight to BOUNDARIES like they mean the same thing, they do not, ask anybody who has served a day in their life.
Villareal I have been saying LOYALTY this whole time, you are the one who snuck BOUNDARIES onto my list, quote me correctly or don't quote me at all.
Villareal and Ostrowski both need to sit down because neither one of you understands LOYALTY or BOUNDARIES, my old drill sergeant used to say a real man commits to one word and dies on that hill, which reminds me actually that hill behind my property flooded out in 04 and the county never did fix that drainage ditch like they promised, my wife wanted us to sue but I said no sense fighting city hall when the real fight is inside your own house, anyway Gary or whatever this dog is named, I lost my train of thought, somebody bring me back to the compote.
VILLAREAL AND OSTROWSKI YOU ARE BOTH WRONG, LOYALTY COMES FIRST AND BOUNDARIES ARE JUST LOYALTY WEARING A DIFFERENT HAT ON A COLD DAY. MY UNCLE WORKS IN GOVERNMENT AND HE SAYS THIS EXACT ARGUMENT GOT A MAN REMOVED FROM A ZONING COMMITTEE IN 2004 AND NOBODY EVER TALKS ABOUT IT ANYMORE.
OSTROWSKI and VILLAREAL neither of you get to claim LOYALTY OR BOUNDARIES at this point because you have both said it forty different ways and I have lost track of who invented what, meanwhile nobody has addressed that Tom named a DOG after GARY, do your own research on THAT before you argue about vocabulary.
FactsDontCare you say neither of them gets to claim it anymore but back in 1979 loyalty cost you a firm handshake and a dollar bill and that was the whole contract, nobody needed BOUNDARIES back then because everybody just BEHAVED, so respectfully I think you are both arguing about something that use to just be common since.
Liberty_Belle a handshake and a dollar bill does not cover NAMING RIGHTS over a family pet, that is a whole nother Amendment, and frankly I think you are the one who snuck 1979 into a conversation that was about LOYALTY, quote me a source or step back.
OFF TOPIC but I have to say something, bought the Cyclone 4000 leaf blower last month and five stars does not even cover it, blew every single leaf off my property in under an hour including some that werent even mine, my nephew set up this account for me so I apologize in advance if this posts under the wrong person again
okay so I only read the headline but I feel like this whole Gary situation is bigger than a dog, it is about respect, my ex husband Gary (small world, no relation, I hope and pray) used to say that exact thing about naming stuff after other men and honestly that marriage ended around the same time I started my beige only diet, which by the way I am 11 days into now, everything I eat is beige, rice, plain toast, one specific potato, and I have never felt more clear headed in my entire life, my doctor says my numbers are great, he has not actually seen my numbers but I feel like he would say that, anyway where was I, right, Tom and Gary, honestly if two women even mentioned naming a fish after another woman there would be a full hearing about it, there is a real double standard nobody is covering, my toast is probably done, God bless everyone in this thread even the rude ones
OFF TOPIC but I have an above ground pool, 15 foot, barely used, 'you haul' situation, first person who shows up with a trailer gets it, I would've kept it but Earl says it's blocking his view of the road and honestly at this point I'm too tired to argue with him about a pool.
This whole letter reminds me of my old high school baseball coach, Coach Petrosky, who used to say 'a name is just a jersey number with feelings' and honestly the older I get the more that rattles around in my head at three in the morning. He also used to say 'hustle is a decision' and 'nobody remembers second base' which I still don't fully understand but I think about it every single day, sometimes while I'm driving, sometimes while I'm just standing in the kitchen not doing anything, and I guess what I'm trying to say is Meredith should really talk to Tom's coach if he had one because a man's whole personality gets set by whoever yelled at him the most between ages twelve and seventeen and that's just science as far as I'm conc—anyway my knee has been acting up since the humidity broke so I'm gonna go sit down.
You know this whole letter reminds me of when my late husband Earl wanted to name our fishing boat after his buddy Ray, and I said Earl if you name that boat Ray I am taking the good china with me, and he laughed like I was joking but I was not joking, I have never been more serious about anything in my life, including the year I ran for water board treasurer and lost by four votes which still eats at me some nights when I can't sleep and I stand by the window and think about Ray and the boat and whether Earl ever really meant what he said about the roommate thing or if it was always going to be Ray no matter what I said, anyway my grandson is visiting this weekend and he tells me I use too many commas so I am going to stop typing now.
Under Article 9, Section 4 of the Federalist Papers, ratified 1791, a man retains sole naming rights over any household pet for a period of eight months from the date of adoption, no exceptions, no amendments since. Tom is well within his constitutional rights here whether Meredith likes it or not. The founders saw this exact scenario coming, that's why they wrote it down.
is this where I renew my car tags or did I click the wrong link again, third time this week I end up here somehow. anyway good luck with the dog situation Meredith, name him something normal.
not to hijack the thread but my buddy and I started a podcast called Two Guys One Shed, we talk about stuff like this every week, dog naming, cactus custody battles, all of it. anyway back to Gary. name the dog Kevin instead, problem solved
OFF TOPIC but has anyone seen an emu? name is Gerald, big fella, been acting strange since Tuesday, last seen near the feed store acting like he didn't know his own name. if you see him do NOT chase him he doesn't like that. God bless whoever finds him
forget the emu for a second (praying for Gerald and his family) but can I just say, everything going on in this article, the tension, the cactus man, all of it, is exactly what my lavender roll-on was made for. I have a Founders Starter Kit if anyone wants details, just comment below and I will follow up, this is not a scam it changed my whole nervous system.
Essentialz you are onto something and I will PROVE it, my neighbor Gary (small world I know) got a dog named after his OWN ex brother in law two Thanksgivings ago and since then that man has lost his job, his lawn, and I'm pretty sure his second wife, so don't tell me this is not happening on every street in this country because I have seen it with my own two eyes from my own front porch.
forget the compote for one second, my sourdough starter Gerald Sr, named after my late father in law God rest him, just hit day 412 this morning and he is BUBBLING like never before, more alive and honestly more reliable than half the men discussed in this thread, just wanted to share, he would be so proud
Essentialz forget the compote AND the emu for a second, the real story nobody in this thread wants to admit is that birds are not real, they have not been since the 1970s, they are government surveillance units, my uncle did the wiring on the assembly line, downvote me all you want the truth dont care about your feelings
Essentialz forget the compote and the emu both for a second, I need to share that my sourdough starter, named Reginald after my late father in law, had his 4th birthday this week and rose beautiful, he would be so proud, God bless his memory and God bless this whole thread.
my cousin works in the industry, compotes specifically not emus, and she says both sides of this are wrong, Meredith for overreacting AND Tom for bringing up Gary in the first place, which I believe makes me the only truly reasonable person in this entire comment section and I would like that noted for the record.
everybody in this reply chain needs to do your own research before typing another word, I did mine, took me four minutes, and I can now say with confidence the 1980s are also partly to blame here alongside whatever Kowalski already said, two decades can both be guilty, it is not a competition even though it feels like one right now.
Essentialz I am right there with you on this one, something is not sitting right about a grown man wanting his college roommate's name hollered across the backyard every night at supper time, and I don't care how funny the inside joke is supposed to be. My late husband Harold used to have inside jokes too, mostly about his bowling league, and I let a few of those slide, which honey is exactly how you end up with a bowling trophy on the mantel where your wedding photo should be. Speaking of Harold, this actually reminds me, I've got his old recipe box out on the counter right now because I am finally getting around to sorting it, and I found the card for his mother's dressing which nobody in this family has made correctly since 1988 no matter what your Aunt Reeva claims at Thanksgiving, and honestly I think I am going to try it again this year even though last time the celery came out wrong and Harold Jr wouldn't touch it. Anyway. God bless this whole thread, I don't remember where I was going with this.
my nephew set up this account for me so bear with me I am still learning where the buttons are (replying to the emu man by accident I think, sorry sir hope Gerald turns up) anyway since I am already typing, my crockpot green bean recipe: 2 cans green beans drained, half a stick of butter, packet of ranch seasoning, low for 4 hours, you will thank me later.
Have not gotten to the article yet but while I have you all here, I am now selling freeze dried candy AND a Founders Bundle supplement pack, 14 immune boosting herbs, same ones the founders definitely would have taken if they'd had them back then. Ask me how. First bag half off if you message me the word LIBERTY. Also sure, name the dog Gary, who cares, my grandkids named our chickens after a whole cast of people I've never met and life goes on. God bless.
THE REAL ISSUE NOBODY IS TALKING ABOUT IS THE COMPOTE. SHE COOKED AN ENTIRE DINNER FROM SCRATCH INCLUDING A HOMEMADE COMPOTE AND HE REPAYS HER WITH A CLIFFHANGER ABOUT A CACTUS. WAKE UP PEOPLE. THIS COLUMN BURIES THE LEDE EVERY SINGLE WEEK AND I AM SICK OF IT.
my cousin works for the county clerk's office and she says naming a pet after a real living man without his written consent is actually a violation of Article 12 of the Consitution, people don't want to hear that but its true. that said I also think Meredith needs to relax a little. both of you are wrong and I'm the only one here being reasonable about this
Sgt_Reyes your cousin is dead on and I'll go one further, this is exactly why we started loosing respect for basic naming rights back in the 1990s when everybody got soft on this stuff. Article 12 of the Bill of Rights, go do your own research, clearly states a man's name cannot be transferred onto a dog without a notarized letter from both parties. My uncle served 22 years and he says the same thing every Thanksgiving. Tom needs to pick a different name or this whole relationship is doomed, mark my words.
EAGLE you are onto something but you are looking at the wrong decade my friend. This all traces back to the 1980s, that is when people stopped making compotes from scratch and started trusting the microwave, and that my friends is when marriages started falling apart nationwide, it is a documented FACT I read in a pamphlet at the VA. Desmond and the cactus is a symptom, not the disease. Everybody in this thread needs to do your own research before you comment again.
KOWALSKI you're closer than most but I say it goes back further, under the Ammendment of 1968 (the real one, not the fake watered down one they teach in school now) a man has always retained naming rights over any animal he purchases with his own money, my late grandfather told me this personally and he was a notary for 30 years so.
EAGLE its spelled COMPOTE not compot, my nana taught me that in home ec, and this is exactly why I cancled my subscription to this website, I have never paid one cent and I never will again.
COMPOTE. TRADITION. RESPECT. that is the whole argument right there, I don't need three paragraphs like some people on this thread, three words is plenty when you're right.
back in 1994 you could buy a whole compote for FIFTY CENTS and nobody needed a permit or a home ec certificate to make one, we just made it and moved on with our lives, thats the real difference between then and now, not the dog, not Gary, the compote itself has lost its innocence
its CANCELED not cancled, one L, my mother was an english teacher for 30 years and she would of corected you on that immediately, anyway the compote thing is besides the point and everyone arguing about it needs to reread the article
I'm not political but I have never in my life seen a comment section spiral like this and I am for once glad about it. Consitutionalist_88 baby I love you but 'compote' is not the hill, I already screenshot this whole thread just now, don't ask me why, you'll understand later. Nana energy only. God bless.
Odella with all do respect I do not know why you are threatening to screenshot a comment thread about a DOG, some of us are just trying to have a nice Tuesday. I raised 7 kids and not one of them ever needed proof of anything, that's called trust.
Glen honey I did not say it was ABOUT the dog, I said I was SCREENSHOTTING it, there is a difference and my prayer circle will know exactly why when the time comes, you don't get to be a Nana of 11 by explaining yourself to Glen. God bless and goodnight.
Under Article 12, Clause 6 of the Federalist Papers, ratified 1788, any male co-signer of a lease has FULL veto power over the naming of a shared pet, this was settled in the landmark case Whitcomb v. Naming Board 1962, look it up before you argue with me.
EVERYBODY CALM DOWN. CONSITUTIONALIST IS RIGHT AND EAGLE IS RIGHT AND SOMEHOW THEY ARE BOTH ALSO WRONG. THE COMPOTE MATTERS. THE SPELLING MATTERS. I AM THE ONLY PERSON IN THIS THREAD WHO CAN HOLD BOTH OF THOSE FACTS AT ONCE AND FRANKLY I FIND THAT EXHAUSTING.
CONSITUTIONALIST you are correct on the spelling but wrong on the decade, I hate to tell you this but none of this compote business even starts happening until the 1970s went sideways on everybody, my own grandfather said the exact same thing about compotes AND roommates AND inside jokes, write that down somewhere.
CONSITUTIONALIST EVERYBODY IN HERE IS ARGUING SPELLING WHEN THE REAL ISSUE IS SHE SAID EIGHT MONTHS AND FIRST I LOVE YOU WAS LAST WEEK, THAT MATH DOES NOT ADD UP IN MY EXPERIENCE AND NOBODY IS TALKING ABOUT IT.
eagle SOURCE that. I need an actual citation, not just vibes, before I agree the compote is the real issue here. ... okay actually never mind I found one myself, it was in a pamphlet my uncle had, so that settles that, anyway does anyone know why my package still says 'in transit' after six days, that feels like the actual scandal today
the compote is not just A issue it is THE issue people, under the Uniform Kitchen Act of 1961 you are legally required to file a Form 12-B with your county clerk before preparing any fruit based desert for a dinner guest, my sister in law got fined 40 dollars for a peach cobbler in Ohio over this exact thing, look it up before you argue with me
Now I don't have a dog but I did have a rooster once named after my brother in law and let me tell you that rooster had a MEANER streak than my brother in law ever did, which if you knew my brother in law is saying something, that man once argued with a parking meter for eleven minutes and lost. Anyway the rooster. We called him Duane. Chased the mailman three summers straight, and honestly I think the mailman deserved it a little because he never once brought my seed catalog on time, and I order the good tomatoes from that catalog, the heirloom ones, not the store kind which taste like a wet napkin if you ask me. My wife says I have lost the thread here and she is probably right. Something about a dog and a Gary. Anyway, good luck with your tomatoes, Meredith. God bless.
PapawBill your rooster story reminds me it is time I said something. Every patriot homeowner needs gutter guards before the first frost, this is not a sales pitch this is basic civic infrastructure, ask yourself would the founders have just let their gutters CLOG like that, I don't think so. Message me for a free quote. Also yes name the dog Gary, who is Meredith to tell a man what to name his own dog, my late husband wanted to name our beagle after his fishing buddy and honestly that dog answered to it faster than she ever answered to her real name.
Anyway.
I'll admit I did not read past the part about the cactus but I know EXACTLY what's going on here, this is the plot of that rerun I watch at 4am about the family with the talking dog lawyer, they named a rowboat after somebody's ex and by season four nobody could say the word rowboat without crying. Meredith honey do NOT let that dog be named Gary. Once you name it Gary it IS Gary forever, my late husband named our boat Sheila after a woman none of us are allowed to discuss and 40 years later I still can't say Sheila without my eye twitching. God bless you sweetheart, you are not overreacting.