Nearly everyone at Boyfriend’s medical school owns pets. And if you want to figure out whether any given pet was acquired before or during medical school, all you have to do is ask its name.
For example, there’s a dog named Churg, a kitten named Buccinator, about 3 or 4 cats named Eo (were these people all allergic to their own cats? What’s with that?), a dog named Ham (for Hamartoma), a dog named Chlamydia (finally shortened to “Track” when they realized that yelling “Chlamydia! Come!” in public areas attracted everyone’s attention except the dog’s..) and finally, a pit bull named Clyde.
Since Clyde seemed to be the exception to the “pets in medical school must be named medical things” rule, Boyfriend always thought Clyde’s owner was the only sane one. Then he found out that it was short for Sternocleidomastoid.
I don’t know why there’s so many pets at his school in the first place. I can count the number of pets at my school on one finger, and it’s named Grey. Which is also its color and breed.
Boyfriend and I agree that we would spare any large pets from our attempts at whimsy, and only give medical names to fish. If we ever get a Beta, I want to name it “Lactam”. Boyfriend prefers “Blocker”. (Yeah, we’re no better than anyone else about this sort of thing.)