Animal-name stuff

My dear old aunt milked Jersey cows, by hand, and had names for them all - they responded accordingly, too. There was Beauty and there was Peggy, but after that, brain-fade (mine). We all know that some people who own animals take on a particular look (e.g. horse-faced ladies). I had another aunt, a real character, who owned a property on the river 4 miles from the city centre and horses were her life. The house was ramshackle and a visitor was never away from the horse (manure) odour. We had a pet rabbit named Thumper who often 'escaped', a fox terrier called Terry who dug holes in the lawn, and Dick the cat (he got sick and had to be dosed with Mycetin - "Dick likes mice-eatin'"). Getting away from names a bit, at agricultural college the dairy herd boasted about 70 milkers (Ayshire breed) and the job of the junior student was to rise around 4.30 a.m., walk 2 miles in the dark with a flashlight, and bring the milkers up to the yard at the dairy - one hardy soul, unsure about which irrigation paddock the milkers were in, 'played safe' (dark, remember!) and rounded up all the cows he could spot; finished up in the yard with 130 boxed milker and dry cows; not a pretty sight. Did the Dairy Instructor give him a spray, in more ways than one! Never lived it down, poor sod. Probably a (retired) Dairy Board executive now. Back to names, could have owned a dog called Ralph (rowf, rowf) - didn't though.