Story: When I was 3 I got a stuffed, giant sized panda for Xmas with a gigantic red bow. I have no memory of it ever after (never cuddled, never nothing).
Fast forward 40 yrs, one of my nieces commented that a stuffed panda was her own, personal, connection, everything, with her grandfather (my father). I was, like, whatt??? I asked my elderly sister about Daddy and pandas, and she said back when a panda birth in a world zoo was a big deal in news worldwide and Daddy got caught up in the rage of it all and started bestowing stuffed pandas on new additions to the family (I was the first).
Well, I thought it was ALL FOR ME!1 I said to my elderly sister, "It's *MY* panda bear!1"
So, fast forward. Recently I updated my life knickknacks and ordered a stuffed little panda for my dashboard. The website was a wildlife charitable place, fine, and featured the CUTEST EVER 5" item with CUTE dripping black eyes. Fine. So what did I get? Well, judge for yourself, a PISSED OFF panda bear, and yes, it's on my dashboard.
PissedPanda: 
There's also this Grumpy Cocker who was pissed at being in the dog pound:
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