Thought I couldn’t top the whole walking around like an amateur production of the Lion King thing? Hah! Think again!
Did you ever pause to consider why Dumpling is called “Dumpling”? (Well obviously, what kind of ridiculous name is that?!).
It isn’t because he looks like a fat, juicy dumpling ready for the eating. And it isn’t because we haven’t been able to find decent Chinese in Munich and we thought we’d make up for the lack. Although that is why we’ve decided to rename Mark “Steamed Pork Bun”.
The reason Dumpling got his name was because Simon’s boyfriend (who speaks English as a second language with such startling proficiency that when he doesn’t know a word it somehow seems oddly comical), mistook the true meaning of the word.
Basically, through a random conversation which nobody can quite recall, it was brought to our attention that he thought a dumpling was the diminutive for a baby which had been dumped by its mother. Like “Hey Harold I found a dumpling on my doorstep, let’s name him Szechuan beef.”
All together now AWWWWWW…
I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to write to whoever is in charge of the English language to get it immediately amended.
Anyway, when Dumpling landed in our lives (or not so much landed as was hustled in), there was really nothing else we could have named him. Also he looks a bit like a dumpling.
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