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So my buddy Reilly over at CowSpotDog is having a contest! An EASY contest, you just have to talk about you! Well, how you got your name actually.

My story isn't that exciting. On the 1.5 hour car ride to come get me, mom and dad had several names they liked, one of them being Dory...like the fish. Seriously. A fish. What was they thinking?!?! Daddy also liked Panzer, but mom said I was a girl! Panzer was a boy name! Dad tried to argue that, but of course, mom won.

When they saw me, there was only two of my litter left, me and my sister. Mom and dad hadn't thought about a black shepherd before, but I had a lot of "spunk" as mom called it. They even brought Duncan up to meet the puppies and when I saw him, I went right up to him and licked his nose! Yep, I won!

On the way home, asleep in Mom's lap, mom thought of the name Ada, from the movie Cold Mountain and the song mom loves called Ada Plays from that movie. So there I was....Ada. Then mom remembered she had a lady at work named Ada! Oh no, now she'd always think of work lady! So after some thinking we then we changed it to Annabelle.

My middle name is Walker, for the county in which I was born...mom says it's a inside joke because everyone back home HATES Walker County drivers and the county itself is quite infamous. So there I was, Annabelle Walker.

I only hear the Walker part when I'm doing something they don't like, like eating underpants or trying to put a kitty head in my mouth...I get the "ANNABELLE WALKER! NO!" Pfft. Like that'd stop me!

And for Duncan, he was named Duncan at the shelter and mom and dad thought it was cute, so it stuck. He doesn't have a middle name, but that's okay, he doesn't ever do anything to get it yelled at him...underacheiver!