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Rue means "Street"

This year I turned 33 (Some call it my "Pippen" year) and my husband surprised me with a new puppy for my birthday! She was teeny tiny, weighed only two pounds, and I loved her the moment I laid eyes on her. Before bringing her home we took her on a shopping spree to Petsmart. We bought her a blankie, some toys, grain-free puppy food, and lots of other unnecessary items. The shopping fun ended when it came time to purchase her name tag. I had not thought of a name at that moment and I wasn't going to pick one for the sake of time so we left without a tag and a dog without a name. 

We pondered her name for a few days. Millie, Brookie, November, Coco? We couldn't decide! I reached out to friends for advice. My friend Sydni was partial to "Sasha Fierce" -Haha! Finally, Kim, who knows me very well and knows that I love Chanel, started doing some research to help find a name that wasn't your basic "Coco" or "Chanel" We were texting back and forth for a few days and one night she sent me the name of the street in France that houses the very first Chanel store. "Rue Cambon" she texted. I sat up on the couch and yelled "RUE!!" I LOVE RUE!! I responded "RUE" and she agreed it was absurdly adorable but not before breaking it to me that "Rue" means street   in French. I didn't care, I loved it and what I loved even more was the hilarious story behind her name. 

Check out the pic of "Rue"  "Street" A.K.A and another bonus screenshot.


                                  

 

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  1. I didn't know the meaning behind Rue's name. Very cool! Kim is pretty incredible when it comes to coming up with creative names. Love the pic of Rue too!

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  2. I didn't know the meaning behind Rue's name, but I remember you struggling to come up with one! Good thing for Kim! :)

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  3. Oh man, this is still one of my favorite things to happen. It was the funniest moment for me, too! I feel so responsible for little Rue Bear and her well-being. <3

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