It doesn’t seem that long ago that travelled up to Brechin to pick up a little ball of fun whom I decided to name Ben.
Ben was one of a litter of eight – one of his siblings unfortunately died of a broken neck when his mum sat on him during birth 😦
The breeder was even more disappointed as she had put her Newfoundland bitch out to a stud – but her mum’s German Shepherd had obviously sneaked in there first. LOL
The night before I went to pick him up, I had a dream that I had called him Ben so that’s what I told the breeder I was calling him. “Most people call their Newfoundlands names like Goliath, Hercules, Samson or something to signify their size. Why Ben?” she asked.
I told her about my dream and admitted that the only Ben I knew was The Thing from the Fantastic Four. LOL
Her husband then came in and asked what I was naming him, replying “Ah, Ben, after the big black bear in Grizzly Adams – good choice.”
I had to admit I’d forgotten that TV show.
A few months ago, I was walking the now slightly larger Ben along the beach in Ardrossan when I was approached by another dog owner inquiring about his name. “Oh how appropriate, Ben as in the Gaelic for mountain.”
I’d never thought of Ben Nevis, Ben Lomond, Ben Wyvis, etc. until she mentioned it.
Maybe Ben is an appropriate name after all. 🙂