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SocietyDecember 24, 2019

Why the most popular dog in the country is a labrador called Bella

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Why do so many dogs in New Zealand end up with the same name? And is there anything that explains the remarkable continued popularity of big bounding labradors? Radio NZ’s Kate Newton investigates. 

Our dogs are diversifying as rapidly as we are, and greyhounds, schnauzers and shih tzus are all on the rise. But clinging on stubbornly at the top is a labrador called Bella.

Head to any dog park or beach early in the day, draw in a big lungful of crisp morning air, expel it with a shout – “Bella” – and watch the dogs come running.

“It’s incredible, yeah – you’ll yell ‘Bella’ and you’ll honestly get three or four other dogs perk up,” Chris Barstead says. His own Bella pricks her ears up at the name. “Or other people will be calling their dog [Bella] and she’ll be confused.”

Lindsey Bradfield and her Bella regularly cross paths with another Bella at Narrow Neck beach on Auckland’s North Shore. “That’s quite funny, calling for your own dog and they both come.”

Chloe Leuschke had no idea the name was so common when she and husband Edward bestowed it on their Bella as a puppy. “Even one of the girls at work, her dog, I didn’t realise, was called Bella,” Chloe says. “We realise we’re not that original.” They liked the name Isabel when their daughter Charlotte was born last year, “but we couldn’t call her Isabel, because we had Bella”. (Now 15 months old, Charlotte shares her name with 232 other New Zealand babies born last year – the most popular name for girls for the second year running.)

Of the 111,000 dogs registered in Auckland, 1659 of them are called Bella – well ahead of second-placed Charlie. The name seems to cross cultures – there’s a Bella Ngatai, a Bella Zhao and a Bella Kumar all registered in Auckland. It’s the most popular name for dogs in Christchurch, Dunedin, Nelson and Tauranga, too.

But there’s another choice New Zealand dog-owners are making that’s even less original than the names they’re giving their pets. Chris, Lindsey, and Chloe’s Bellas (along with the mystery Bella at Narrow Neck) share something else in common: they’re all labradors.

The breed counts for one in eight pure-bred dogs in New Zealand, and it’s likely many of the 212,000 cross-breed dogs around the country have a hefty dose of lab in their genetic make-up too. More unusual breeds – greyhounds, miniature schnauzers, and shih tzus – are climbing up the ranks, but the labrador is still canine king-pin.

It’s been 75 years, but Pat Woollaston still remembers the first labrador she saw.

As a little girl, she would visit her grandparents in Greymouth on the West Coast, and it was there she spotted him.

“This is a long time ago – the greengrocer used to come down the street and he had a labrador. And it used to arrive before him, and its head was up and its tail was up and it was just surveying the whole place and I thought, ‘Wow!’ – I was only little – ‘Gosh, what a neat dog! He just really looks as if he knows what he’s doing.'”

That first impression stuck. It was another 25 or so years before Woollaston got her own dog but when she did, she knew exactly what she wanted. Nero, a black lab, was her first labrador – and she’s lost track of how many she’s owned in the 50 years since then. She estimates she’s bred 400 puppies in her time as a breeder: 400 little wriggling beans with black noses and ears like scraps of silk.

If that sounds like a lot, consider this: there are currently 41,385 labradors registered in New Zealand – 10,000 more than its nearest rival, the border collie. Since 2013, they’ve gone from being the most popular dog in 31 of New Zealand’s 67 council districts, to the most popular in 38 districts: all the cities, and an increasing number of smaller towns.

There aren’t actually any more labradors now than there were in 2013, but they’ve benefited from a drop in other breeds that used to be popular. In certain rural areas where border collies, in particular, used to reign – Selwyn, Waimakiriri, South Taranaki – the labradors have leap-frogged to the top.

Bella the yellow labrador … and Bella the yellow labrador Photo: RNZ / Claire Eastham-Farrelly

Confusingly, the labrador is not actually from Labrador (in north-eastern Canada), but from the neighbouring island of Newfoundland – namesake of another larger, much shaggier dog. In the early 19th century they were working dogs, helping cod fishermen haul in their nets and retrieving the odd fish that tried to make a getaway. They were soon imported to England and eventually became shooting and companion dogs for the aristocracy.

Pat Woollaston has combed through old newspapers and other archives to try to work out when labradors first arrived in New Zealand. “The earliest record I have found was in about 1875… It’s marginal whether it’s a labrador, but it’s a family photograph and there’s a dog in there.”

They didn’t used to be so ubiquitous. Woollaston estimates the breed has really taken off since the 1990s (RNZ could only find New Zealand records going back to 2003, but labradors have topped the American Kennel Club’s list of breeds from 1991 onwards).

They’ve been helped in recent decades by good PR, Woollaston thinks. Almost all guide dogs in New Zealand are labradors, along with many drug dogs at airports. People are used to seeing them, and that effect has snowballed. “A lot of people say, ‘Oh, my Uncle Bob had a labrador. Gee, he was a nice dog, I’m going to get another one like that,'” she says. “They sell themselves from generation to generation.”

Why the obsession though? Aren’t they, well – a bit boring?

Woollaston would choose “moderate”. “There’s nothing flashy about a labrador. They’re a nice size, they’re not too big… There’s nothing outstanding about them and they will do just about anything.” Bred specifically as retrievers, they’ll still make great gun dogs as well as great companions, she says. “They’ll do most things that most dogs can do. They may not do them as well as the dogs that are bred specifically for a purpose but they will still give it a fair go.” Absolute people-pleasers then; a kind of platonic ideal of a dog.

There’s something else important about them, too, Woollaston says. “They’ve got a kind expression – people like them. You look at a labrador and it looks back with those nice, kind eyes and you think, oh, that makes me feel good.”

(Radio NZ: Claire Eastham-Farrelly)

From across Victoria Park in downtown Auckland, Bella the chocolate lab has spotted Bella the yellow lab trotting over the leaf-strewn grass.

Restrained by her lead, she has to settle for letting out four big barks. As soon as the two are in touching distance, though, they’re wrestling on the ground in an uncoordinated whirl of fur before their respective owners, Chloe and Lindsey, have had a chance to introduce themselves.

Both women wanted labradors for the same reason – their “amazing natures”, Lindsey says. Chloe and Edward Leuschke were already planning a family when they got Bella three years ago, so wanted a dog that was good with kids, Chloe says. “And she’s so amazing. Charlotte literally crawls all over her and she just sits there and loves it. They’re like best friends.”

Chris, who shows up with his Bella a few minutes later, is expecting his first child in January. “She’ll be a very good sister to our little man coming along. She’s really good with kids, puts up with being poked and prodded and loves that kids just feed her.” With a labrador, “you kind of know what you’re getting”, he says. “You’re not gonna get surprised by many labs.”

By now, Lindsey’s Bella is fixated on an under-11s cricket game in the middle of the park, edging closer before being called back by her owner. “She’s stolen the ball at a cricket game before,” Lindsey says. “I eventually got it back but the game had to wait.”

Chloe’s Bella comes with a slightly longer rap-sheet. “We’d moved into a new house just when we got her so she managed to eat some of the skirting board. And she’s done some good gardening work – still does some good gardening work. She managed to eat our in-laws’ couch which was the worst day of our lives… She was left alone and took a big chunk out of it.”

So what about the name?

Chloe says Bella was just a name she liked. Lindsey wanted a two-syllable name – easier to call across a large park or stretch of beach.

The name is globally popular. It’s the most common dog name in the UK and Sweden and in the US, it’s topped a list published by insurer VPI since 2009 – prior to that, Max reigned supreme.

The US data, along with a database of the top 100 boys’ and girls’ names in New Zealand since 1954, suggest Bella’s rapid ascent to the top may have been driven by the wildly popular Twilight books and films, which were released between 2005 and 2011.

Isabella was already a popular choice for baby girls, but over the course of the series, Bella shot from 83rd in the rankings to a peak of 26 in 2011, the year the final film was released.

The name is now on the wane among human babies (Bella had dropped to 39th on the list by last year) but maybe the Twilight legacy is a generation of dogs, all answering to the same shoutable, two-syllable name.

Whether the name is here for good or not, Woollaston can’t see the nation’s love of labradors waning anytime soon. At the moment, she has five of her own, the youngest a six-month-old yellow lab, Keeper, she kept from a litter. “She’ll see us out, I should think.” The other four are Gwladys, Ursula, Annie, and Ginny. Not a Bella among them.

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Illustration: Toby Morris
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SocietyDecember 24, 2019

The 12 characters of Christmas and how to deal

Illustration: Toby Morris
Illustration: Toby Morris

The Weird Old Guy with a ponytail who no one really knows, and 11 more oddly specific characters you’ll probably encounter this Christmas.

There’s no hiding from it. Tomorrow you will attempt to bring many and varied family members together in total peace and harmony to enjoy each other’s company, assisted by nothing more than a maxed out credit card, inappropriate food for blistering summer weather and a lot of fizzy wine. Do you know what you are getting yourself into? Are you properly prepped for this long and overhyped festive folly? I doubt it.

But I am. Let me help you out with this list of 12 Kiwi Christmas characters you may encounter and how to handle their respective jandals, because forewarned is forearmed and you should never skip forearm day.

The Mum who does fucking everything every fucking year and nobody ever fucking helps

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Give her a really nice present. Get all those blokes who are gently farting their way into a food coma to do the damn dishes and don’t let them slide out of it until the pots are actually clean AND put away. Lend the poor woman a hand to take lots of Gladwrap off small bowls of things then put lots of Gladwrap back on leftover things later, but do not fall into the trap of offering her any sympathy. For one, this will make her collapse into uncontrollable weeping for twelve hours straight because nobody has asked her if she is ‘doing ok’ since 1998, and for two, it’s entirely her own fault she’s such a martyr that she keeps doing this every year. This character’s joy level: -10% and contagious

The Student who has to sleep on the couch because mum turned their old bedroom into a crafting studio and wash all the dishes and basically be a slave

If you are this character, then you’re screwed. Too old to join in with the kids on the Slip ‘N’ Slide, too young to convince anyone to let you have more than half a sip of shandy. As soon as you walked in that door you found yourself reverting back to a sullen teenager who gets forced to pick up all the dog poops and sort out the broadband, no matter how many times you reminded yourself you’re now a woke urban adult who knows more about what’s up than these provincial Boomers. Plus you will be miserably hot, sweating like a pig because you are too scared to take off your hoodie in case Dad sees your new tattoo. Remember it’s only for three days and then you can meet up with your mates in Whangamata.

If you are sharing Christmas with this character, take them to the pub and buy them a sympathy handle. This character’s joy level: a secret 20% rising to 60% when they get petrol vouchers in their stocking, which OF COURSE they are putting out for Santa, geez Mum.

The Small Child #1

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This Is The Best Day Ever Omigod! The new toys, the lack of any supervision whatsoever and the sixty cousins who will totally drop into an impromptu wrestling match with you at any minute and play spotlight ALL NIGHT and take you down the back to do bombs in the river even though Mum said no (and you didn’t even get caught!) – all of it has transported this kid into a seven year old’s nirvana. Nobody has hassled this child about bedtime or vegetables or baths today and you don’t get better than that. Follow this kid around, they know the secret to living their best life. This character’s joy level: 1100% and constantly rising.

The Small Child #2

Hates any food except chicken nuggets and got carsick five times on the way to your house and is scared of all the strangers, and your cat who scratches, and who did NOT get the exact Paw Patrol plushie they wanted because their mum thinks ‘they all look the bloody same.’ The big cousins are hogging the swingball and Gran won’t let them touch the TV remote because Grandad always watches infomercials at lunchtime and This Is The Worst Day Ever.

This is not ok. Everybody knows that Christmas Is For The Children and if the kids at your Christmas Thing are having a truly shit time then you can safely assume that your whole Christmas Thing is truly shit. Do better next year. Perhaps travel to the family with little kids instead of expecting them to come to you? Remember that it’s all about the people first, not about the traditions. Get some McDonald’s in, before they like, totally STARVE. Make the ultimate sacrifice and lend the poor wee poppet your phone to watch Frozen 2 and teach you the songs. Sneak them an extra lemonade to atone for your failures. This character’s joy level: 0% and this is a crisis!

The Young Grandma/Aunty who loves all the babies

If you have Christmas at this Nan’s house, you’re so lucky. You will have a mint time. Young Grandma loves everything about Christmas and looks forwards to it all year. There will be no gifts, which is awesome, because it leaves everyone more budget to blow on food and some new karaoke speakers. She will have a Facebook Family Group that you will be expected to participate in from June where all of the whanau will be organised like a military campaign and everything will go like a dream because she rocks at this shit. You will be on a roster to peel potatoes and supervise the lawn cricket but it will be fun with everyone else to help. She genuinely doesn’t give a shit if you bring your Christmas orphan flatmate, the more the merrier in her book. She takes so many photos for the girls at work and will always offer to look after all the babies because she just loves them so much and they can just cuddle up in her bed together like in the old days – do not take her up on this.

She means well, but come midnight she’ll be nodding off to sleep on the settee after scabbing half a dozen Cruisers off the young people who are still partying to her Now That’s What I Call Music 2002 CD in her lounge (although she doesn’t drink) and her Rothmans that she ‘borrowed’ (she doesn’t smoke either) will be burning a small hole in one of the scatter cushions. Love her and enjoy being with her while you can. This character’s joy level: 100% and contagious

The Old Duffer who is really good at amusing the little kids by showing them how his teeth come out and inexplicably loves Drag Race but is also a shockingly loud and proud homophobe and can’t see why this is stupid and mean

Stay away, basically. You’ll never get anywhere by arguing, he’s had 100 years to get set in his thinking and it’s not worth the drama. Vote yes on the euthanasia referendum. This character’s joy level: 50% because nobody makes a blinking brandy sauce like they used to and this family doesn’t respect the elderly the selfish beggars.

The Grown Man Who Thinks There Is A Fucking Christmas Fairy Or Something

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Gary can’t understand why his wife is so stressed out at this time of year. Christmas is fantastic, what’s not to love?! Gary actually does quite a lot to help thank you, he rattles his dags every Christmas Eve to clean the barbecue and make a very messy marinade. He describes this as ‘hosting’. The best part of Christmas for Gary is seeing what he bought for all the grandkids on Christmas morning, he loves surprises! Once he was given the job of buying presents for the little ones and came back with one very expensive miniature electric car, it was so amazing! The wife got a bit dark about it, but it’s not his bloody fault his useless kids can’t teach their kids how to share, is it? By 2pm Gary is asleep on the only comfortable couch with his legs akimbo and misses all of the traditional after-lunch clean-up, feuding, tears and slamming of doors. Gary just loves Christmas. This character’s joy level: 100%, like every other self-absorbed day of the year.

The Glamour Couple who are revolted by the whole season and would rather be in Koh Samui like last year and won’t stop talking about it

Always make them bring gifts. Their gifts will be amazing and a set of Airpods or a crystal decanter of Japanese single malt whiskey will make listening to their whining about first class being full of the nouveau riche seem less abrasive. Drop lots of hints suggesting that Bavaria or somewhere even further away would be nice for them next year. This character’s joy level: 0% and nobody cares.

The Weird Old Guy with a ponytail who is apparently someone’s divorced uncle and will stay in his caravan on your mum’s lawn for the next two months, only wash in rainwater because of his religious beliefs and reads paperbacks from the 1970s

Avoid this guy like the plague, and definitely don’t sit opposite him on the lawn chairs because you can guarantee he’s not wearing undies with his short shorts. Worst of all he’ll be boring. He’ll only know the lamest conspiracy theories, he’s likely to try and crack on to your friends and he’s always trying to borrow money. This character’s joy level: 80% as long as the food and everything bloody other thing is free.

The Cool Sister who has an advanced Degree in Bioethics and lives in a commune in Northland dedicated to seed banking, who leaves early after her non-gendered child Jade won’t go to sleep because the room isn’t facing East

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Tell your mum that vegan food might be as boring as hell but it’s not a personal attack on her glazed ham and perfectly healthy. You can find her an article about it. Remind your aunt it’s none of her business how long Jade is breastfed for, even though Jade appears to be about to hit some form of puberty. Gently dissuade the other Christmas characters from making fun of Cool Sister’s sandals or leg hair and make a date to catch up with her in the New Year. Interesting intelligent people doing worthwhile things against the grain of popular opinion are hard to find in this shrivelled cynical world, and should be cherished. Plus you owe her a debt of gratitude for continuing to be family gossip fodder, year on year, while you skate by with your Diploma in Creative English, part-time retail job and embarrassing Instant Kiwi scratchie addiction. This character’s joy level: irrelevant because Christmas is just a Christian whitewash of a fascinating Pagan tradition anyway.

The Vaping Cousin who falls asleep constantly, repeats himself and smells of bourbon and unwashed hair

His contribution to Christmas dinner was a slab of Waikato cans and a dripping kilo of raw homekill mince, although he doesn’t know what kind of meat it might be. His hands shake. This character’s joy level: who the hell knows? And why we’re at it, where does he get his money when he’s never had a job and who were those ‘friends’ who turned up to take him for a ride in their Holden yesterday and why does he have two phones both of which constantly go off? Keep the kids away but also keep his number.

The Ancient Biddy who has been practising reactionary jibes for months and secretly loves making people cry

This character is actually closest to Small Child #1 in terms of how much they are enjoying Christmas. Basically, Ancient Biddy is bored with life. Nobody can understand her scathing wit at the nursing home because they’re all deaf and she only gets to come out once a year because everyone hates her so much that one day is all they can take. She applies her fierce but twisted intelligence solely towards making everyone around her shocked and upset for a laugh, and she’s good at finding every inadequacy you thought you had hidden. Never tell her anything personal about yourself she can use. Instead, encourage her to tell you outrageous stories about her own youth and gossip about long-dead people, who are way past caring. If you get good at this, she will probably leave you all of her enormous fortune on her imminent death since everybody else in the family has been shunning her since 1982. Merry Christmas to you. This character’s joy level: An utterly disgraceful 100%