Didn't have to name our dog Candy who came with the land my stepfather purchased near Littlefork by International Falls, MN. She was a pointer mix and an amazing companion warning us whenever the bears were around. She grazed on the berries we were picking but that was small price to pay for being safe in the woods. Along with 80 acres of forest we also had 10 acres of river which we fished, clammed, and gigged for frogs. Right there with us was Candy's bubbling snout as she scanned the shallows for the mollusks which she ate! This bitch did everything including shrooming and harvested our gardens too. Even took a hankering to pulling up cattails, peeling down to the root core whenever we scavenged along the ditches for a snack. When my son, Möbius, was about a month old his uncle gave him a Doberman which was promptly named Kobi by his 12 year old sister and their mom. Both simultaneously answered (and more often ignored) whenever called by either name (Mobi and Kobi) -what fun ensued. When he was learning how to speak we realized Möbius answered to another moniker when he refered to himself as 'bius -that was a relief!