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which is a phonetic spelling of the Slovak for paw. And he has big paws! Sky, the Inn dog, loves her new puppy- now she is leader of a pack-albeit only a two-some.
We look forward to introducing Pashka to you on your next visit to the Inn.
Hawthorne Inn’s new Greeter.
This little guy is just TOO cool! He is quiet, confident and a problem solver. He is active, alert and vivacious with an exceptionally even temperament. He doesn’t rattle easy but when he is rattled he is a presence to be reckoned with ~ however he settles quickly and easily as soon as the situation is resolved. He moves toward stimuli with confidence and identifies the stimuli before moving on to other things. He will do well in a busier household but does not require a busy household to thrive in life. He is a bright guy that will do well in obedience, therapy and will make an amazing companion. .
Here are the list of name suggestions for our new German Shepherd Puppy submitted by our Inn guests and our friends. You have until March 4th [when Puppy arrives] to make more suggestions! Please add them on our Hawthorne Inn Concord Facebook Page.
1. Opie! In honor of Martin Opitz, German poet born on December 23, 1597.
2. I’ve always loved “Sparky“…..
5. Hope all is well. How about Chester, in honor of Daniel Chester French of Minute Man statue fame? Great historical significance, but an undeniably doggy name, nonetheless.
7. Rivers, Zazrak (miracle in Slovak)
8. Einstein for new puppy sounds good!
9. Nathaniel and call him Nate.
10. Congratulations. He’s beautiful. I’m so glad Sky will have a new playmate.
11. Great news about the puppy! So I started thinking about Concord, and Nathaniel Hawthorne, and his writings……So, how about “Gable“? As in House of the Seven of them, (and maybe even Clark Gable, if the pup’s really handsome……)He’d be called Gabe for short, of course……..
12. Greetings! As I’m sure you know, when most of us travel, we have to put our beloved pets in a kennel or vet. It’s hard not to think about them.
You could name your new pup “Tranquil“, Tran for short. He will make guests feel more tranquil as they pet him in the hall, or even on the top of their bed.
Then when they return home and make their apologies to their pets ,they can explain to them about their friend Tran.
As I say to my cat, “I will never leave you again”. That is true for about six months. Then I have to apologize again.
14. We think WALDON would be nice!
15. Woopie, Pretzel, Licorice, Snickers
16. Nathanial, Waldo, Theodore, Henry
18. how about Enzo (racing in the rain) It is a great story!
19. I think Hawthorne would be appropriate!
20. Roosevelt, Abbot, Dorchester Heights = Dorchester, Dory, DorHeg, Lennon, SternKo
22. Amos, because I believe it was Louisa May Alcott’s father’s name
25. Waldo is a cute name, and fits in well with the environs.
26. Nathaniel or Nate
27. I was thought that you should have a companion to, ‘Sky’, but, ‘Earth’, is not a good dog name. Then I wandered to, ‘Terre’, meaning Earth, but that might sound like, ‘Terror’. However, ‘Terry‘ sounded like a good, happy, name to me.
28. The name Breeze would suit the puppy….
29. “Waldo“ — (as in Where’s Waldo?) “Ralph” would be OK but for the fact that it is the butt of too many bad dog jokes.
31. Might I suggest, quite simply, that the puppy be named “Hawthorne Inn writes: Thank you however we are concerned that every time we answer the phone “Hawthorne Inn” the dog will be confused!
Reply: Well, it could be worse. Just imagine if you named the dog “Hello”
32. Hermes- Emissary of the Gods, swift, stealthy, spiritual, transcendent and inspirational.
33. Nathaniel Pawthorne
34. Emerson seems to have liked cats more than dogs and then not much. Thoreau admired dogs but doesn’t seem to have owned one. I would choose “Henry” over “Ralph” as the pup’s name but this lacks originality, and “Waldo” lacks gravitas in this application I think.
However Thoreau writes about a man in Concord who had a dog named “Burgoyne“, which is an interesting name for a dog but not very mnemonic for him to learn it perhaps.
35. based on the puppy’s March 4th arrival, his name should be Souza, as in John Philip Souza, the composer for marching music…(march forth, right?)
What could be more appropriate?
36. Higgins- the cheeky little boy who liked to get into the sweet shop for cookies in House of Seven Gables
37. “Lex“—-a name of German origin, it is a shortened form of ‘Alexander’ which means “defender of man”. So it’s simple, easy and fits a male German shepherd well on two important counts: 1. German nationality and origin 2. Traditional duty and for which this breed is so well known.
38. For your puppy name I suggest “Therien”, after Alex Therien the woodchopper Thoreau befriends in Walden, who was a quiet but tenacious fellow who had a strong sense of humour and reminded folks of a “prince in disguise”. I seem to remember him having an almost dog-like innocence!
39. the puppy certainly looks like a Michael-–he can be your special angel
40. “Dogma” and “Ego” Dogma and Ego can bite, but as long as one restrains them and put them in a leash, they can be tamed. We see many dogmas and egos play and display on the street everyday. I want to make sure my dogmas and ego are on a leash when I parade them on public space.
41. I suggest you call him Fuller, after Margaret. But the name has other applications too: he can be “Fuller piss and vinegar” when he’s feisty or “Fuller dinner” after you’ve fed him.
42. Cloude, Stare, Moone, Sune, Earthe, Winde
43. How about Louie after Louisa May Alcott?
44. Gunther, Fritz
45. Emerson, of course!
46. Hello–I think you should name that precious new pup Peabody. Elizabeth Peabody, as I’m sure you know, opened the first English language kindergarten in the U.S. Germany was educating its young children at that time, but most other places were not. Elizabeth Peabody traveled to Germany to study the education of young children and returned to the United States to open her school. How appropriate to name a German Shepherd after her…She was also a Transcendentalist and she is buried right there at the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery. I think it’s a very fitting name! And an excellent name for a doggie.
47. Nate? short of course for Nathaniel….
50. “Sage,” for your consideration. It would seem that its connotations of wisdom, virtue, and invulnerability would be most befitting of a beautiful German Shepherd who will be raised in the old bailiwick of such towering intellects as Hawthorne, Thoreau, and Alcott. It is short, yet cute and original. The Stoics apparently thought of the sage as an individual who was beyond any possibility of harm from fate.
51. Having played some awesome “fetch” with Skye who’s a wonderful host and entertainment director, my sense for the new puppy and the description you send is “Thoreau“. He’ll live up to it, maybe build his own simple dog house
52. Hi – since you already have SKY, I suggest you name the new little boy SUN. Then you have the Sun and the Sky! And since he’s the junior member of the family, SUN sounds like SON – so very appropriate for the new little guy. And, if he acts a little nuts (aka loony), you can call him LUNE (French for moon, of course)… (but you can pronounce it LU-NE when he acts up). So then its the SUN and the Sky and the Moon….maybe you need another dog? YIKES! Although it would cover all transcendental bases rather well…..
53. JANO It doesn’t have a specific meaning but it means more like loved one.
In Turkish it is CANO but c sounds different in your language.
54. Walden, Leto, Koji, Diesel, Socrates
55. I’ve been trying to focus on the wonderful history in your area, and for now I keep coming up with Rider; thinking about Paul Revere and the Knight Rider! That’s what keeps sticking in my head so that’s my recommendation! It would be an easy name and nothing too difficult to repeat.
56. MANDELA????? Strength, perseverance and wisdom!!!!!
57. Night, Moon, Storm, Apollo, Zeus, Romeo, Othello, Ceasar, Chester
58. Emerson, Thoreau or Walden
59. Nathaniel, of course! Or perhaps Emerson? I’ve always had a soft spot for Laurie
60. Felix (i.e. “the lucky one”)
61. Henry (for Henry David Thoreau), Fenway, Rookie, Patton, Winston, Chalky, Dakota, Emerson, Bailey, Max, H. R. Bob, Kenya, J Z, George for George Washington
62. NATE, As in Nathaniel Hawthorne but a nice short, contemporary version to fit well with SKY.
63. Julian or Peabody (these names are related to Nathaniel Hawthorne’s family)
66. as for a name… Well, I just happened to be looking at a Christmas website when I pulled up your email. My suggestion is:
Herr Drosselmeier OR Herr Drosselmeyer. Call him Dros for short. Since he was born around Christmas, and The Nutcracker is associated with Christmas, well, it seems to make sense to me. You can read about Drosselmeyer’s character from ‘The Nutcracker’ ballet and see if it’s what you are looking for. Though he has been portrayed in many different lights, I am sending you ones I like the best. I have highlighted parts of his character I especially like.
Drosselmeyer is the mysterious magician-like figure in Tchaikovsky’s ballet “The Nutcracker”. Called affectionately “Uncle Drosselmeyer”, he is the godfather of Clara, the heroine of the ballet (or Marie, as she is called in some productions; Masha in others.) It is never explained in the ballet where he comes from or why Drosselmeyer has magical powers, but one of them, apparently, is the ability to bring toys to life. He sets the entire plot of “The Nutcracker” in motion by giving Clara the toy on Christmas Eve. Clara is especially fond of him (though their relationship is not borderline romantic, as some who see the ballet believe). Drosselmeyer seems to be aware of things of which the other characters are not; for instance, in the Baryshnikov production of the ballet, as well as Peter Wright’s Royal Ballet production, only he seems to know that the Nutcracker must fight the Mouse King, and that with the Mouse King’s death the Nutcracker will become a handsome Prince. And it is Drosselmeyer who, at the end of the dream in the Baryshnikov “Nutcracker”, returns to bring Clara back to the real world.In E.T.A. Hoffmann’s 1816 story “The Nutcracker and the Mouse King”, on which the 1892 Tchaikovsky ballet is based, the reason for Drosselmeyer’s involvement is made clear. He was once Official Ratcatcher for the King and Queen, and set mousetraps for the Mouse Queen and her children. This led to a series of incidents which culminated in Drosselmeyer’s nephew being turned into the Nutcracker by a magic spell.
In George Balanchine’s production of “The Nutcracker”, filmed in 1993, Drosselmeyer is mysterious, but kind, even comical (at one point, he amuses the children at the Christmas party by pretending that the Nutcracker has “bitten” his finger). He is not seen again in this production after the toys come to life at midnight.
In E.T.A. Hoffmann’s 1816 story “The Nutcracker and the Mouse King”, on which the 1892 Tchaikovsky ballet is based, the reason for Drosselmeyer’s involvement is made clear. He was once Official Ratcatcher for the King and Queen, and set mousetraps for the Mouse Queen and her children. This led to a series of incidents which culminated in Drosselmeyer’s nephew being turned into the Nutcracker by a magic spell.
Finally, Drosselmeyer’s character somehow blends with you feline friend. Afterall, the ballet features rats and mice and such, and everyone relates rats and mice with cats, and dogs with cats.
So, there is my two-cents worth! Have fun naming your puppy. We sure had fun naming ours!
Here is the new German Shepherd pup, born on December 23rd at MondouCu kennels. (http://www.mondoucu.info/). We hope for his arrival on March 04. Still looking for name suggestions. His parents are Aine and Jaarko. His registered name will be MondouCu’s Aiko…….
Many of you remember our shy, but HUGE, 24 pound cat, Cloud Nine. He loved a good scratching by the fire, but wasn’t very wise to the ways of the woods. Poor Cloud Nine went out one night to look for Hector Cat. Unfortunately, a Fisher found Cloudy instead. A Fisher (sometimes called a Fisher Cat or a Pekan) is one of the largest members of the mink and weasel family growing up to 15 pounds and 49 inches long. They have razor sharp teeth and claws and often hunt animals much larger than themselves. We will miss Cloudy and cherish our memories of him.
“Star and the Bread from Heaven”
We have a plethora of wild animals that live in our yard and cross over from the farm and conservation land on the far side of the Millbrook.
Our compost bin, nestled deep in the back corner of our property, is left uncovered for the animals and the birds to feast upon a varied menu of discarded fruits, vegetables and breads. For a number of years we thought that we had some very messy eaters, for bits of food were often scattered about the yard and littered the drive.
Whenever Star Cat was about, a cacophony of calls between birds, squirrels and chipmunks would begin: a warning that the dreaded hunter was near. One afternoon as I walked with our daughter, Ariel, to gather flowers Starry joined us, emerging from her shady spot under the Lilac. Ariel picked-up the cat and cuddled him as we walked along. The amplified sounds of distress began to rise in timbre.
A moment later: THWACK!!! A quarter-loaf of hard French bread came hurtling through the air and whacked Ariel on the head! High up on a branch was a twitching-tail squirrel chittering down at us. The excited squirrel’s mark had been Star Cat. So, this was why there was food all about: it was being used as a weapon from on high to pelt the dreaded Cat!
Our silky and extremely athletic cat was aptly named Shadow. Though mostly a pet of sweet disposition Shadow could exhibit a stubborn black streak to get what she wanted in her own time and way. This cat had developed a bad habit of mysteriously interrupting the pattern of her nightly hunting rounds to insist on immediate entry to the shelter of our Inn. Her mood-swings could overtake her anytime from dusk till dawn. Shadow had intuited, that if there was no activity at the entranceway, she could still agitate us to proper action by scaling the angled roofs and take up her meowing station next to our bedroom skylight.
We had recently brought home from the hospital our third baby, which made our tally three kids in three and one-half years. It was quite a trick to keep everything on track, what with the careening, and often colliding, schedules of toddlers and infants and the endless daily chores of inn keeping. With early summer the tourist season had come into full swing and we were busy at the Inn. For our ease, we relocated the family to a couple of rooms on the ground floor where we could more easily monitor naps and still respond to the needs of our clientele.
I was pouring coffee for the guests who had already gathered for breakfast, around the common dining table, when another couple came in to join our merry company. Our new companions wore upon their faces some strained look of mild annoyance. After the fortifying effects of the first cup pulsed through their veins, and having endured long enough the pleasantries and banter that issued from the cheery gathering, these two could bear it no longer and burst forth. They simultaneously launched into a tale of woe, with the staccato precession possible only to those long linked in matrimony. And woe, indeed, it was. The wife’s inordinate fear of things that fly in the night, be they bats or spirits of the dearly departed, took center stage.
They continued; that they had gone soundly to sleep in the canopy bed under the open skylight, when, at about 2:00 A.M…
As their story unraveled before the now silent gathering I could only too clearly envision the entire escapade unfolding:
The cool, sweet summer breezes wafting through the skylight and the lingering smell of grasses and dew. The cat, who we had neglected to inform of our move, blackening out the stars as it padded with purpose to the open portal of the skylight. The first tentative step and then the full weight of paws upon the mosquito screen, a hurtling fall through the empty void and then the jarring impact as the screen impales itself on the bed finial and the black demon crashes through the woven canopy, dragging it down, down, onto the bed, weighted as a fish flailing in a cast net.
The couple awoke to a crash and a heavy black form thrashing about them and they found themselves likewise ensnared by beasties and canopies and the dark night. With a struggle as heroic as any Labor of Hercules, they beat back the intruder and gained the light. The poor cat was soon ejected to the hall and cat and couple were both left to lick their emotional wounds.
Rather than to commiserate their terrible fate, as the couple had surely expected and felt rightly earned, the table full of fellow travelers erupted in a grand round of laughter and congratulations. The offended couple sat in stunned, round-eyed silence.
“Don’t you see?” one tablemate exclaimed. “You now have a great story. You can tell it where ever you go.”
The couple finally came to realize, that what they had identified as a tragedy and a travesty was, in actuality, a treasure. They now owned a nugget of gold that they could use to crack the ice at any party, any dinner engagement. They now owned, their own, Inn story.
We all seek stories. We seek context for our existence. We yearn to be woven into the fiction of our lives and to become minor heroes, foils and sages.
This one couple had simply sought a night away, an inn experience, and they got the story of a lifetime.