Reminds me of a true story...
I knew a girl that had a calf when she and her brother were young. They named it “Cuddles”. Plenty of wailing and crying when dad had Cuddles slaughtered. He got them a new calf, but he took over the naming duties: “Mr. Steak”.
LOL, our neighbor names his cow T-Bone for the very same reason.
We got our kids a calf last year.
They first named it Mookie.
After tromping out in the snow to feed and water the damn thing all winter, one of the kids renamed it Cheeseburger.
Eventually, even my youngest daughter walked into the house one cold evening and said, “CAN WE EAT IT YET?”
I’m a big sucker for animals and don’t even try to name anything that I’m going to eat.
An old boyfriends mom (back to the land type) bought a pig to raise for meat and named it “Porky”. Needless to say, the pig died of old age LOL.
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No problem! --- He'd named it Barbecue ---