Here’s the story...
As a kid I loved the Branston brand of pickle (and still do!). When I saw One Hundred And One Dalmatians, I always felt it was sad that the old English sheepdog, The Colonel, didn’t have an actual name. Branston, to me, felt like like a good, sturdy, solid old English name that a dog like that might have had, so I always imagined that the Colonel's name was really Branston, but just that no-one ever called him that.
Flash-forward many years and, my wife knowing that story, said that when we decided to get a pup, "oh, well, we have to call him Branston!", which was not only a nice nod back but also, I wager, a sneaky way for my wife to make me feel comfortable with him (before this, I’d not been the biggest doggie fan).
It turns out, being the playful pup he is (we jokingly call him Peter Pup, for the dog that never grew up!) that the name suits him perfectly: he is indeed a strong, solid Branston...and a cheeky little pickle! I love him to bits!
