You'd think this entry was about large corporations paying big bucks to name baseball parks, football fields, or basketball and hockey arenas. It's not.
As far as I know, I have no children. A lifelong allergy to cat and dog dander has rendered me petless as well. My point is this: I've never had a chance to name a living creature. The closest I've come is naming Brevity, or suggesting names for other blogs. You can argue that a weblog is organic, but it really isn't the same.
Now I have my chance. Some idiot musician is holding an open contest for a new name, and awarding $25,000 for the winning entry. (He'll collect submissions until mid-August, when he'll select ten finalists, and the winner is determined by public vote.) Each person can submit up to ten entries.
So give it a try. Maybe your suggestion will win, but there's no way you'll come up with a name better than Lando Stubblefield.
55 Fiction Friday was named for that guy in Robinson Crusoe.
After years in apprenticeship, Nicolette was ready to take over the business. She had a flair for writing vaguely profound portents in 16th century French. She would make an excellent ghostwriter for the fraud everyone knew as Nostradamus.
The only problem, as far as she could figure, was keeping the DeLorean hidden behind the chateau.