It was love at first sight. Me: A single, twentysomething Portlander who has been casually contemplating adopting a puppy for the last few months. Her: A five-pound, 10-week-old Jack Russell Terrier mix. Her name? Michelin Star.
Michelin. Star.
Okay, so we, as a culture, understand that food names for pets are objectively superior, despite being a little tired. Everyone loves a cat named Onion, a rabbit named Churro, and — of course — a dog named Noodle (RIP). However, standing out in a oversaturated market of Cookies and Dumplings and Mochis can be difficult. Some go for the specificity route; I will never forget meeting a behemoth
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