Our C litter names are reasonably wide ranging.






Chekov after the famous author, but a misspelling on my part, missing the ‘h’.
Cosette after the character in Les Miserables
Casanova was named in the hope he might become a stud dog – sadly he didn’t, but he’s just as wonderful.
Cinderella was born at ten to midnight, before her coach could turn back into a pumpkin.
Cuddles after my favourite toy rabbit – yes I kid you not.
Cracker because it was Christmas when they were born.