We named our dog "Bermondsey." Actually, it's "Constable Windsor Bermondsey of the Back Yard," but when people ask his name, we just say "Bermondsey."
And we are invariably asked "What do you call him?"
I mean, it's not that complicated or long of a name. Bermondsey--like "burgandy," or "Germany," or "Chardonnay" or "Zinfandel." One accented syllable followed by two unaccented ones. It's a bloody anapestic foot--for those of you conversant with metrical terminology.
So, after six months of this, what do we do?
Of course. We give him a nickname...
...that's longer than his name.
So, if you happen to hear any of us call him "Bermonzini," be aware that that 's not what we really call him.
We really call him "The Great and Powerful Bermonzini."
We shortened it for you.
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