This is me, Likki, the Trimmed Beaver, on the day I was given to Stinkypaw (my caregiver, parent, owner, friend, companion...) - you can read about Stinkypaw's version here.
|Montréal, March 18th, 2015|
Stinkypaw worked with Z, and often Z would end up mailing the invoices Stinkypaw had prepared during her visit at the office. Z comes from an East European country and at times doesn't get the subtleties of English. The stamps used for local mailing, at the time, were cute little beavers. One day Stinkypaw asked Z if she could stamped and mailed a bunch of envelopes for her, to which Z answered: Of course! I love to lick beavers! When she said that, Stinkypaw and a coworker looked at each others and cracked up. They knew she didn't know the expression and decided to let it go. One evening, when Z asked if there was any beaver for her to lick, Stinkypaw told her that she should not be saying that, to which Z said, but I like to lick the beavers! When asked if she knew what she was saying, Z simply answered that she liked to put the stamps on the envelopes. Stinkypaw explained the innuendo, Z was shocked and quickly said: Oh God, no I don't like to lick beavers!
That became a running gag. So when Stinkypaw announced that she was leaving the country for three months in Arctic Norway, Z prepared her a nice cake and offered me to her as a reminder of their gag. Right then and there, I was name Likki. Stinkypaw wanted a name that sounded Scandinavian. Later on ''The Trimmed Beaver'' was added to keep with the historic of my birth if you will. Z asked that I traveled with them to Norway, and I did and since I've kept going.
|Bodø, March 29th, 2015|
|Home for three months|
I will do "journal entries" per little trips I've taken... so enjoy!