Fourteen years ago, a cute, golden puppy came into my life. I took two weeks to find the perfect name: Olivia.

A few days later, I got an angry call from my brother Leslie, insisting I drop the name because his then-girlfriend wanted the name for her baby girl, although she wasn’t pregnant nor did she have any immediate plans to be.

But I had taken so much time to choose the perfect name. I told him I’d try to find another name, but it wasn’t easy.

Then I waffled.

“Well they weren’t even engaged or pregnant,” I thought. My grandmother told me to keep the name since they rarely visited us and would never know. Besides Olivia knew her name, she said, so I kept it.

When I brought Olivia over to my parents’ house to puppy-sit, I told them her name was Sunshine, which technically it was (her middle name).

She blissfully ignored repeated calls for “Sunshine!”

“Your dog is dumb,” said one brother, who shared in puppy-sitting duties. “She doesn’t even know her own name.”

But back at home, when I called out, “Ooooh-liv-i-aaa,” that little girl would come running from wherever she was. She was a smart cookie, top of her puppy class and the teacher’s pet.

And true to Grandma’s words, Leslie never came to visit.

But one day Mom was over when Olivia was romping a little too close to the road, so I yelled out, “Olivia!”

Of course Mom ratted me out, making Leslie furious.

FOURTEEN years have passed, and he’s still holding a grudge.

He married that girlfriend the year following the naming of my golden retriever pup.

They had two sons, but no daughters.

Not till last week.

So the question remains: Will they indeed name their long-awaited daughter after my “dog-ter”? (Well “after,” at least in the chronological sense.)

My Olivia died two years ago, so my niece won’t have to share the same name with her golden retriever cousin.

I think it’s a wonderful name. There’s Olivia the pig, beloved fictional character of books and television, and a slew of actresses from de Havilland to Wilde. And it’s still holding the No. 2 spot for girls’ names, according to the Social Security Administration.

But Leslie’s had a pattern of naming his sons musicians’ last names.

Now, since I’m planning to adopt a pup from a litter born in January, do I have to avoid names like Streisand, Keys, Swift and Gaga? Hmm. The possibilities are endless.

Well I’m not going to sweat it.

I already picked one that called out to me from a list of 1,000 girl names. And damn it, it’s a musician’s last name. So I’m just hoping they choose not to use it.

I’ll keep quiet for now, but if I were a betting woman, I’d put my money on Newton-­John.

“She Speaks” is a column by women writers of the Honolulu Star-Advertiser. Reach Leila Fujimori at lfujimori@staradvertiser.com.