This is the perfect analogy.
The names of 77 ancient Egyptian dogs have been recorded. The names either describe the color — Blackie, Ebony — or the character — Good Herdsman, Reliable, and Brave One.
Literal-minded isn’t the same as unimaginative. Besides, imaginative names for dogs in modern…
Also? They designed the pyramids and really cool religions and art and cosmetics and jewellery and clothes.
Plus, maybe they were a society of people consumed with the tough tasks of survival and expansion as opposed to being so God-fucking-damn free of worry that they sat around for hours thinking about what name they could call the dog in an effort to furnish their lives more beautifully.
I bet no Ancient Egyptian was ever caught at a dog park with their hands on their hips shouting out “FERDINAND! BAD BOY! COME, FERDINAND!”
The Ancient Egyptians probably knew and acknowledged what a lot of modern humans have yet to truly accept: You can call a dog anything and it’ll still come. It doesn’t care. You can even change it’s name half way through its life and it won’t care. I called my family dog “Jerkface” for a month when she ripped my backpack to shreds and she would still arrive wearing a stupid grin, tail wagging happily.
I think an Ancient Egyptian would say: “Go pray to a deity for the Nile to flood this year. Why overcomplicate things?”