Barked: Mon Apr 30, '12 2:28am PST |
 |  |  |  | When I brought my new puppy home, I had no idea how to call her. All the pretty names I knew seemed to be already someone's name. Ruska (autumn colours) was the name of a German pointer I knew. Rose and Tara are the terriers of my aunt. I had a school friend called Venla and also know a dachshund with that name. Netta was Netta, the dog of my life. I almost left her as Pätkä (means stump, bit, flick, a short person) as her breeder had called her because of a white spot on the back of her neck.
On a walk I called my aunt and my parents to tell I'm no more alone here and they all started suggesting me names. I didn't ask for it and I was thus a bit irritated. It was probably my mom who suggested Ava or Aava. I considered Ava being a bit too prognostic and so turn into ominous (Ava is short for agility champion in Finnish). Aava (open sea) could fit as I live near a coast but for some reason I changed one a to l and got Alva. I thought I'd chew over her name later but Alva stuck.
Now I think it's good it stuck. I love Alva's name. It suits her. And I love Alva too. |  |  |  |  |
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