That’s the new moose, named Moosie, in the front row centre. |
No, not the bald eagle. No, not the wolf. Not the Vancouver Olympic mascots nor the tigers. |
Here’s a close-up.
It’s a beaver!
“Foggy wiggled his ears at me! He honked at me!” |
We need to get our boys together. Eli is currently obsessed with animals. On the preschool field trip, the poor environmental center tour guide could barely get a word in edgewise.
I admire you for posting about the beaver with a straight face!
Hopefully he won’t compliment any of the “beavers” and say “nice pelt”. Don’t ya just love having boys?
I don’t believe you DID post it with a straight face. Have I ever told you about my friend who was the Beaver leader? She’s tell people she was going to be a Beaver leader then say “why aren’t you laughing? Come ON, that’s funny!” Also, sorry for laughing at Jake’s pain.
HA! The next word verification is poodood! POODOOD! I need to go to bed.
I would have a hard time keeping a straight face if one of my kids was running around saying they love beavers. Yes, I’m immature like that.
Whatever is going to happen when Foggy goes the way of all good hippos? This will be a tragedy for sure.
Sorry to hear about the sick kids in your house too! Thanks for visiting my blog.
I’ve been catching up on your posts, and you are hilarious girl friend! I’ll be back!
I see a very traumatic period when Foggy passes on to the great animal reserve in the sky.
During my latest volunteer trip with my third grade daughter’s class, we sat in the Africa exhibit building at the zoo, as we were supposed to observe/journal/draw our specified animal, the giraffe.
However, Foggy and his mate got a little frisky and we (about 30 third graders, and everyone else who happened to pass through the building) got to watch hippo porn. FORTY-FIVE MINUTES of hippo porn. Which was duly journaled and drawn by many of these third graders.
One young boy was so obviously distressed by the fact that he had no idea what was going on, but was concerned that one hippo may be hurting the other. So I felt compelled to explain the birds and the bees to someone else’s child. I hope his mom didn’t mind. But he relaxed a lot when he understood it better.
Hippos are huge. Like at least 2 feet long huge. Especially when you can see every thrust, and it’s all happening maybe five feet away from you.
There were videos made that day, and pictures taken. What a way to learn the facts of life.
*insert perverted joke here* and *insert a Dad’s high five here*
That is very canadian of him 😉
It’s terribly unfortunate that beavers have taken on a whole life of their own. LOL!
(by the way, I giggled when reading “Foggy honked at me”…. that just cracked me up for some reasons.)
stopping by from Canadian Charisma – I’d follow if I could but GFC widgets are not showing in lots of places right now and I can’t see yours either. I’ll be back though! 🙂
~ Raylene @ It’s OK to be WEIRD!
Heather – HIPPO PORN! Eeek! I’d love to see the journal entries after that. Not to mention 45 minutes and 2 feet long – that’s frightening!