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Pet of the Week

Meet DJ the spritely Staffordshire mix, CultureMap's pet of the week

Meet DJ the spritely Staffordshire mix, CultureMap's pet of the week

Pet of the Week - DJ Stafforshire terrier
The sweet (and well-dressed) DJ is ready to chill on the couch and watch TV with you. Photo courtesy of Citizens for Animal Protection

Name: DJ, as in early rap star DJ Jazzy Jeff and every wacky DJ on a pop music station.

Birthdate: April 3, 2018. I'm still a minor. But I hear you can buy a fake ID in certain parking lots in Houston.

Ethnicity: I'm a "who knows what," but you can see some Staffordshire terrier in me. I'm a li'l girly-girl with a big time playful streak. I weigh 37 pounds so my finishing weight should be around 40 pounds, just right for some serious tummy rubbing while watching TV on the couch. I'm going to need some work on walking on a leash and other training, but I'm good with children and other animals. If you have a little patience with me, I'll grow up to be the wonderful pet everybody deserves.

Come and get me: I'm available for adoption at 11 am Friday, January 18 at Citizens for Animal Protection (17555 Katy Freeway; 281-497-0591). Tell them, "Ken sent me."

DJ digs in: Pro football, especially New Orleans Saints fans, are howling mad because a referee blew a pass interference call that may have cost the Saints a place in the Super Bowl. Boo hoo. Now football fans know how I feel when WWE referees don't see Triple H reach under the ring, pull out a sledge hammer, and hit the Undertaker over the head with it. That's got to be against the rules. WWE refs are the worst. 

Charles Cooper, managing editor of the dearly departed Houston Post when I worked there, died last week. "Coop" was a good guy, very fair and scary smart. He also had a sharp sense of humor, so I'm sure he wouldn't mind me telling this story. It says a lot about newspapers, then and even more now.

The Houston Post folded on April 18, 1995. It was a pretty devastating day. The Post, I believe, is still the largest newspaper to go out of business in Texas. I like to think I was a big reason why. I remember heading straight to the unemployment office to sign up for benefits. When I got home, the phone rang. It was Charles Cooper, who had moved on to be an editor with the Newark Star-Ledger.

Coop said, "Have you accepted another job yet?" I said, no, I've been out of work only a few hours. Coop said, "Please don't accept any job until I can put together an offer for you."

That conversation really helped calm me down. Working for the Star-Ledger would be pretty cool. That was the paper my family read when I was growing up. I was a paper boy for the Star-Ledger. It would be like coming home. I promised Coop that I wouldn't take any job before he made an offer.

That was the last time I heard from Charles Cooper.

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Dog lover? Ken Hoffman introduces you to an adorable pup available for adoption in Houston every Thursday. 

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