In high school, my buddy had a girlfriend. She had a pair of dogs. Rottweilers. Her father named the dogs, and had a great sense of humor. Those dogs got out all the time and she would have to roam the neighborhood yelling for “Satan” and “Scrotum”.I have one rule for pet names - never give the animal a name you'd be embarrassed to shout at the top of your lungs at 3:00 AM as you walk up and down the sidewalks of your block.
We thought it was a lot funnier than she did.