“The name’s Tigger! T-I-double-guh-ER! That spells Tigger!”

Some people acquire nicknames during their lifetime.

Sometimes they come about for logical reasons. For myself, mine was Charlie, and came about because of the years of Aid work that I did that required the use of military call signs over the radio. My initials of CH became Charlie Hotel, and it stuck.

Tigger is the one that I have bestowed upon my best friend.

Tigger is an energetic, anthropomorphic stuffed tiger belonging to Christopher Robin, with an affinity for bouncing.

Tigger is arguably the most eccentric member of the Hundred Acre Wood. Overly energetic, reckless, and fairly thoughtless, Tigger is somewhat of a trouble-maker and causes a fair share of mishaps for both himself and his friends. To his core, however, Tigger is extremely loving and friendly; he means well and tries his best to be of support toward his friends, even if his efforts ends in some form of misfortune. He can also be considered the most social of the animals and is exceptionally eager to have his friends join in on his personal joy.

Tigger notably prides himself in being the only “tigger” in existence. This title has given him quite the ego, and he considers himself significantly handsome, debonair, the “greatest bouncer” in the Hundred Acre Wood. Such egotism is never meant to be malicious, but it often drives Tigger to act without much consideration toward others and it often frustrates people.

With his fun-loving nature and general innocence, Tigger is about as optimistic and carefree as Pooh himself. Rarely ever upset or depressed, Tigger tends to look on the brighter side of a situation; so much so, that he is somewhat oblivious to the problems surrounding him. Nevertheless, he is not incapable of falling into a heavy state of vulnerability. His only significant phobia is that of heights—a crippling fear, and one that renders him incapable of even bouncing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This description is Tony to a T – who is a pilot with a fear of heights!

 

 

 

And so when the real T-I-double-guh-er can’t come on travels with me his little stuffed sidekick does.

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