What's in a name?

Here's a cheesy picture for ya! That shaka is pretty feeble. I gotta work on that.
My reference to Pick Your Nose in the last post reminds me of Freddie's. That's what we used to call Fred Meyer, a buy-everything-you-need-in one-place place that popped up all over the Pacific Northwest long before Walmart ever rose to dominance. Anyway, we always called it Freddie's, until the passing of the company's founder. Then we called it Dead Fred's.
Here on the island, there's a mortuary called A Hui Hou, which is Hawaiian for Until We Meet Again. Kind of sweet, don't you think? In Buffalo, NY there's a chain of mortuaries called Amigon. Ron says that when he was a kid, everyone called it Am I gone?
Some years ago, I remember reading about the brilliant minds at General Motors, scratching their heads at why the Nova didn't sell well in Latin America. They didn't get the fact that no va means no go or it doesn't go in Spanish. In Southern California, when Save On Drug purchased Osco Drug, they initially retained the Osco name for all their stores. The chain was renamed Save On after it was learned that asco, in Spanish, means disgusting or loathsome or something like that.
My neighbor told me her dog was attacked by a pig last night! She said he's badly injured but should be alright. He's old and a little hard of hearing, so she thinks the pig snuck up on the dog and surprised him. That can't happen to my dogs, since they sleep in the bedroom with us. Hey, one big happy family, right? If the pig were to figure a way into the house, he'd have to make it past our guard cat, Mister Sox. Good luck, pig!
The neighbor that had the pig when we first moved here now has two new piglets. They captured a pair of youngster and will raise them up in the yard. While the pigs definitely will meet a not so pleasant end in a couple of years, they have it much better than the dogs at that house. They've got about half a dozen, all tied up with tiny shelters. I think the only time they're let off the chains to to go hunting. They make quite a racket when we walk by. My dogs are far more interested in the piglets than those dogs.
With any luck, the ground will dry out enough to mow the lawn. It's been pretty wet. Still, we've managed to get in our daily walks every morning without getting soaked. It's kind of toasty today, but with a nice breeze. Hope it lasts for a few more hours.
I've got to go call the county coqui control people to see what we can do about our frogs. We can hear four or five of them now. They sound like they're at our immediate neighbor's house, or in the no-man's land easement area between the properties. Finding a frog the size of a quarter in the jungle is, well, very much a needle in a haystack proposition. But it's seems we should at least try before we end of with 10,000 of the little buggahs.
That's all for now. A hui hou! Aloha!