In our culture, there's not much significance when it comes to a person's name. It is merely a label used to identify us.
When faced with naming a child, I think that many expecting parents google "most popular baby names" and, viola!, instant ideas. Or, perhaps they pick up one of those Baby Names books. Go to a Goodwill store and you're sure to find one.
While some names are picked because there's a history of it in the family, others are chosen because we like a particular name. Celebrity names are always a popular choice.
There was a time, and perhaps it's still like this in other cultures, when a name held a significant meaning. It revealed something about the person. If you're familiar with the Bible, you will know what I'm talking about: Abram (meaning "Exalted Father") was childless, but God promised him a son and to make him the father of a great nation, then gave him a new name, Abraham (meaning father of a multitude); Jacob meant, "one who follows on another's heel"-or "supplanter." He was the second born of Isaac's twin sons and eventually suckered his older brother out of his birthright and then later deceived his aged, blind father into giving him the blessing that was reserved for the oldest (Esau). And of course, there's Jesus (the Greek equivalent of "Joshua"), which means "Yahweh is salvation," or "Yahweh saves."
I'm not sure what the name of Chipper Jones' dog is. Let's just call her "Met". He's her master, she's his bitch.