When I moved out of my parent's house my mom decided she needed a Maltese puppy to shower all her parental love on. She named her Bonbon. Cutest, sweetest, little fluffy dog I'd ever seen. My mother, being the eccentric nutcase that she was, dressed her dog in outfits all the time. She brought her little fluffernut to my home out of state and decided her puppy needed a new outfit. Where do you buy little dogs adorable outfits you might wonder, if Amazon wasn't available? Apparently the answer was obvious to my mom... Build-A-Bear. So off we went to the mall with her dog, to get the dog an outfit. I'll be honest, I was embarrassed from the start. The dog seemed fine about wearing the clothes but the whole thing was ridiculous and attention grabbing. But mom gets what mom wants, so there we were in Build-A-Bear with her little pup Bonbon looking at cheerleader outfits and leather gear for teddy bears. If that wasn't embarrassing enough, suddenly Bonbon starts pooping on the floor. Several places, with streaks. She'd had enough. I can't blame her. The poor sales clerk was horrified. My mom just asked for towels and started cleaning and it was at that moment I realized I'd never ever ever go to a Build-A-Bear again.