This year was the 5th annual birthday trip for our niece Alexa and myself to Build-a-Bear. It's becoming a fine tradition, although I'm sure she'll outgrow it. (She'll be 9 on the 10th of July.) Each year we co-build bears (or in my case, animals). It's a fun time, and I enjoy feeling like a kid again.
As is typical for me (except for the year of Sally Freda the Frog and Katerina aka Hello Kitty), I built a dog. This year I decided to go for a black lab. I really like labs, but I'm realistic and realize that it's highly unlikely I'll ever own a real live black lab. Unless they become miniature somehow. So...I built Hatfield. I've always thought that if I had real animals, I'd have a pair, a black one named Hatfield and a white one named McCoy. Yes, from the West Virginia Hatfield-McCoy feud.
Why? Well...Joe's related to the Hatfields. I haven't gotten his family treetotally figured out yet (there are co-relatives on his father's side...you know, cousins marrying cousins...I think). But, from what I tell, "Devil Anse" Hatfield is an uncle. Again, I think. If you're not familiar with the Hatfields and McCoys, you can read a bit here.
Anyway. I decided to have my own Hatfield and McCoy, and I built them.
I really like how they look together (and no, Hatfield is not eating McCoy...they're just hanging out together. Playing if you will). I brought them home, Joe asked to see them, and he shook his head. Hatfield is now with the rest my pets, guarding my bookshelves. He seems happy.
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