One Christmas a family received a little black and white female Boston Terrier puppy as a gift.
The youngest child, a little girl, said, “I want to name the puppy.”
Her two older brothers shinned that they wanted to name the puppy.
The parents explained that since the boys had named the fish and the hamster, their sister could name the puppy.
The little sister spent days thinking of a good name for the family’s new puppy.
Finally, at dinner one night, she announced that she had come up with a name for the puppy.
“She will be named,” the girl paused for a moment to build up tension, “Her name is now Fiona.”
Her brothers booed and made faces at the girl until their father told them to stop.
“Fiona it is.” The mother said. The puppy would soon earn another name.
Fiona had to be housebroken. Every time she went potty in the house, someone would tell her, “No! No! Bad dog!” Then put her outside.
One day Fiona found the middle brother’s favorite stuffed rabbit. She tore the head off and flung the stuffing all around his room. When the boy saw what Fiona had done he shouted with tears in his eyes, “No! No! Bad dog!”
After eating one of father’s slippers he scolded the puppy, “No! No! Bad dog!”
“No! No! Bad Dog!” The oldest brother yelled after Fiona ate part of his baseball glove.
The puppy dug up two of mother’s houseplants, spreading dirt everywhere. Mother said angrily, “No! No! Bad Dog!”
Fiona was a very naughty puppy. She was constantly told no, no, bad dog.
That spring the little girl was playing with her puppy in the back yard. She kept calling for Fiona to come to her, but Fiona just played.
An idea came to the little girl. Instead of calling out Fiona, she called out, “No! No! Bad dog!”
Fiona ran straight to the little girl. From then on the puppy knew and lived up to her new name… No! No! Bad dog!DISCLAIMER: The information on this site is not intended to replace the advice of your own veterinarian or doctor. Should you think that your pet needs medical attention, please contact your local veterinarian.