When I was 3 months pregnant with Pooh Bear, I moved to Houston and visited my sister. She had just moved in with her fiance and they got a puppy, because apparently that's what people do when they make a commitment. I wouldn't know. My husband doesn't like animals.
Anyway, when I met the puppy for the first time I asked her its name. She replied "Pooh Bear".
I just stared at her.
"That's the name I've chosen for my baby if it's a boy."
(Yes, I chose Pooh Bear. I really wanted my whole family to be named after A.A. Milne characters and they all fit in quite well in school thankyouverymuch. No one ever teases any of them. Even Piglet.)
So, because I had a boy, I named him Pooh Bear. Honestly, I didn't think that the relationship between my sister and the fiance would last and figured he would wind up with custody of said dog and there would never be a problem.
Yeah. She married him. And then they had a kid. And they kept Pooh, the dog.
So we go to visit my sister, and they yell "POOH! NO!". And MY Pooh Bear cowers in the corner, trying to figure out why everyone in Houston hates him.
And we're going for a visit soon. Pooh is dreading it. Should be fun.