I remember when I was living alone in Astoria Queens, I found a cat and named it Boy-Boy.
My sister (RIP) visited and said it sounds too much like Madonna’s “Boy-Toy”.
I told her that’s nothing because soon Boy-Toy won’t mean a thing. After a year or two when she visited again, she said I was right.
I named the cat Boy-Boy after a Mohawk Indian called that, who got killed on a construction job when a steel beam fell on him.
When I worked with him he helped me buy a large 27inch TV from a guy in a shop he knew (got a good deal).
Today I have a 65inch 4K HDTV.
My daughter has a toy poodle.