Long long ago, when I was younger and slimmer, there was "another" dog. He was named TJ because he was a wiggler. TJ being short for Tom Jones of the wiggly hips. He was also known as the "the weasel" by some people who were less fond of him than I .. but .. I will NOT name names. You know who you are! He would smile at me and wanted nothing more than to sit on my lap. He was MY brave protector and I was devastated when he went to the Rainbow Bridge. This photo shows him coveting my birthday cake.