Once I unwrapped him from the bubble wrap, the first thing my aunt said was, "We just waited in line for you too buy a pig? That isn't a cow, it's a pig!"
I fiercely defended my cow, but I wanted to show him for the Breyerfest youth show the next day.
So with pulling my family together, we dubbed him cow pig.
Back at the hotel, I found pictures online for halters and made one.
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