My bookshop?

P1050965When I was taken on my first big holiday in my campervan by my two humans, we went to a place called Wales. There were hills and mountains, rivers, streams, and big lake things called reservoirs. Best of all, there were lots of walks. Some of them were quite difficult, steep and stony, but I managed alright. When I couldn’t, I was carried for a while, as I was still quite young.

We went to small towns, with lots of friendly people who made a fuss of me because I looked cute (well, that’s what they said – I wasn’t sure whether or not it was good to look cute, but it seemed to work).

One of the towns we visited was called Hay-on-Wye (funny name) and it had masses of book shops, which my humans seemed to like going into, then standing around just looking at the shelves where the books were. Sometimes they’d get hold of a book and look inside it, then put it back on the shelf. Seemed a bit boring to me, but I sat still and watched what the other people in the shop were doing. It was the same kind of thing.

As we walked around the town, going into book shop after book shop, the human who feeds me pointed to a sign outside one of the shops, got her camera and took a photo of it. She seemed really excited because the sign had MY NAME on it! Boz!

Well, when I thought about it, it was rather impressive to find a book shop named after me, especially as I’d never been to Hay-on-Wye before. Then she started babbling on about my name. You see, Boz is the shortened version of Bosworth, but it apparently it  happens to be the pen name used by Charles Dickens who was some famous author I think. Or at least someone who wrote books. So I suppose it was a good idea to use my name for a book shop. I liked it anyway.

Ediorial note:

Dickens was first a freelance journalist, becoming a parliamentary commentator in 1833. He wrote serialised sketches in periodicals which were published under the title “Sketches by Boz” in 1836. The year 1836 was a significant one for Dickens. He married Caroline, daughter of George Hogarth, editor of the Evening Chronicle, and publisher of “Sketches by Boz”, and his first novel, “The Pickwick Papers”, was published.

What’s in a name?

Well, not any old name, obviously. My name. It’s my blog and my name, and I suppose it’s a bit unusual. I like it, but to be honest I might have chosen something different for myself, but I was young, and my humans had come to collect me and take me home with them.

I’d already met them once, when they’d visited, sat on the floor and played with me and my two sisters. I climbed up on to the leg of the human who now feeds me, looked at her and said “Hello”. I know she doesn’t talk dog, but it was the nearest I could manage. It came out like a sort of friendly, throaty noise, a bit like a noisy cat purr (more on cats later). After I’d said my hello they seemed to decide pretty quickly that they wanted to me live with them. My mum, who was also there, quietly nodded her approval of my good manners after she’d eyed up my humans-to-be, and decided they were ok.

Back to my name. I was born in Leicestershire, in a place called Husband’s Bosworth (try saying that when you’ve a few too many drinks!), and after we’d set off in the car for my new home, they talked about names. Oh the list – do you want to know what they’d come up with?

Bracken – Magnus – Jasper – Rufus – Kasper….there were more but that’s enough to give you an idea. Then they thought of Bosworth – from the place I hailed from – and that seemed to hit the spot. They decided it could be shortened to Bozzy or Boz (one of them quoted “Sketches by Boz”, Boz being the pen name of Charles Dickens. I don’t know who he is btw).

Of course, they call me by all three names, each having its uses in specific sitations, and the tone of voice used. “Bozzzzworth” with a drawn out emphasis on the first syllable is friendly, playful, with a sing-song tone and an if-I-come running- I-might-get-a-nice-reward sound. If it’s said sharply and in a firm kind of voice I know I might be in trouble, especially if it’s “Bosworth – come here”!

Tone of voice is all important, so even though I don’t understand all human words (I’m working on my vocabulary) I can always get the gist. And there are certain words which I respond to immediately Like “Cat”. But more of that later, as promised.