At the same time that I was hosting Ms. Oprah and totally at the other end of the scale, I had a young white Cockerpoo called T.J. as a guest. I commented to his mum that I had never met a dog whose name was just a couple of initials before and asked her what T.J. stood for, as it was quite an unusual and enigmatic name. She told me that as T.J. had been the last pup in his litter, his breeder had named him. Apparently they always did this with the last pups in their litters. The breeder told her she could change his name if she wished, however one of her children had realized that the letters T. J. were actually very appropriate, as they stood for the first letter of their family’s surname plus the first letter of the name “Junior”, so they decided not to change his name after all. In the end his name was quite fortuitous.
T.J. was cheeky and confident and loved playing with the other dogs at the house. If anything was going on you could be sure T.J. was in the thick of it. However, good old matriarch Oprah made sure he minded his Ps and Qs and put him in his place if he got a little bit too much for everyone. I am sure he learned some manners from her and benefited from her wise guidance.