The thing is…I have a really really overwhelming desire to hug animals.
I went to Vauxhall City Farm today and spent several HOURS squeeing about animals.
There was so much squeeing.
Meet Misty. She is very tolerant.
Misty made my I simply must hug a bunny today or I will die dreams come true.
Yes, just like this three year old.
But dude, seriously. CHECK OUT THOSE FEET!
If Misty didn’t hop around in her own poop all day I would want to put it in my mouth.
So, I settled for kissing her (notice her bun-riffic disapproval).
LOOK AT ITS FACE! GAHHHHHH! KATIE ARE YOU SEEING THIS!? IS YOUR HEART EXPLODING?
And then Misty started giving me the side-eye and we knew that her tolerance bucket was full and we kindly returned her to her happy play area.
And then there was this guy.
We didn’t get to hang out with him though because he was busy being chubby and sleepy the entire time.
Okay! So onto the chickens!
This guy was cool.
This guy was kind of a jerk and bit me (but I had my camera in his face so I suppose I might have had it coming).
This guy had some sort of shrunken head syndrome action going on because the proportions just don’t add up.
Mother Nature is hysterical.
Ohhhhh, and maybe I hugged some chickens too.
We had a little moment.
I definitely like petting them more than eating them.
So this brings us to these ridiculous fuzzy creatures of absolute hilarity.
Look. At. THAT. HAIR.
Hello. I’m an Alpaca.
And maybe YOU don’t get excited by cows, but I can barely keep it together.
And how do you hug a goat you ask?
Gently take hold of his horns…
Guide him ever so sweetly into your loving embrace…
And then wrap your arms softly around his big goat head and gentle huggggg.
I know, I know. Seek help immediately.
I leave you with bunny ears.