haha
There was a dotty old lady who used to bring her miniature Dachshunds to the vet where I worked. When her dog died she got a puppy, which was extremely spoiled and tiny, and named it
Maybelle. She'd say the name so preciously ... like it was two words, a phrase,
May Belle. I can't even think the name
Maybelle without hearing her say it and thinking of the little dog in a sweater. Awww.
I think it's too saccharine for a person.
Belle of
May... ew.
- mirfak