See Laura. Hear Laura. Wonder What In the Name of God She's Talking About

So late last night I was thinking that if I owned a small dog, like a Jack Russell terrier, I might be tempted (at least in passing) to name the little guy Quefting Beeft. And then I could be like, "Aww. You're fuch a cute widdle Quefting Beeft, aren't you? Yef you if."

On the other hand, under no circumstances would I have an impulse to name an animal "Pellinore." Except maybe if it were an iguana.