Today we took the snortlepig to the zoo. She enjoyed it, although not (as one might expect) because of the animals. She pretty much ignored the monkeys, gave the reptiles a funny look and was only vaguely interested in the ostriches. She did, however, light up when we came to the tapirs. “DU-CKEE!” she cried, and sure enough, there was some exotic kind of goose. Never mind that it was camouflaged in the grass in middle distance and two tapirs the size of buses were lying at her feet in full view - the snortlepig has only mastered the word “DU-CKEE” in the last few days, and apparently intends to make full use of it. So she strode around the zoo searching for duckies, and in between amused herself with the other great highlight of the trip: gravel paths.
That’s my mother-in-law. I cropped her head out not because of malice, but for privacy reasons. (She’s wanted for arson in several burroughs. No, not really. At least, not to my knowledge. It hasn’t come up.)
I tried to get an arty snortlepig-with-kune-kune-pigs shot, but it was tricky; she wanted to climb in with the pigs and had to be restrained. So this is the best we got:
