My mom has come up with a lot of nicknames for me over the last few years but the only one that ever stuck was "Monkey." I even answer to it. She says that if we ever have to go into the witness protection program that she can change my name to Monkey and then I can go with her. She's odd like that.
Anyway when she was in San Antonio she found me a stuffed cowboy monkey. He has a squiggly tail that I can shake him by and he's a great nap buddy.