Wen was a veterinary technician for (literally) decades. One thing that always bothered her was when people named their dogs “Pooh Bear” and for some reason, it just grated on her when she heard that name. When she and her husband got their first wheaten Scottie puppy, a female whom they named “Frosty,” out of the blue, Wen started calling her “Poo,” which soon evolved into “Little Poo” and “Pooey.”
To Wen, the name “Poo” seemed entirely different than “Pooh Bear” and the name immediately stuck. Frosty lived eleven years and not once was she ever called “Pooh Bear,” but more often than not, she was “Pooey,” rather than “Frosty.” How ironic that Wen chose to call her beloved first wheaten puppy a name that was so similar to the name she despised, but to her, the names were as different as night and day. Go figure!
Pooey
