I took her to the vet, all flustered, and the vet asked for her name. I said "Sophie." She said "Last name?" I was confused because she's a cat, and as far as I knew, cats did not have last names. The vet was sitting there staring at me, and I thought the cat was going to die in my arms, so I said "McMophie." She said, "Your last name is McMophie?" I said, "No ... just the cat's." Then I realized she wanted my last name.
I decided to name my dog Gravy because she is small, brown, and super fat. I thought a good middle name would be Boat, but I wasn't going to have another Sophie McMophie fiasco at the vet. Since there are apparently hard and fast rules about pet naming, like your pet's last name is your last name, I Googled the appropriateness of giving my dog a middle name.
Congratulations, you're insane! All Google could give me from this one was a LOT of forums where people even more bonkers than me were asking this exact question. It made me realize what kind of company I'm in now. "Welcome to crazy dog people universe. Here is your complimentary welcome kit. It includes a wolf shirt for you, a hoodie for your dog, and a bumper sticker that says 'My dog is smarter than your honor student!' Please feel free to share that video of yourself and your dog reenacting scenes from Titanic." Ultimately, I decided I felt comfortable giving her a middle name because some of these crazies have knighted their pets. I'm pretty sure the queen would be upset if she found out about Sir Fuzzybutt. He has done nothing for the people of England.