Hubby and I took Scooter to the zoo on Sunday. We had seen on the local news that they were having camel rides! I am so there! (yea, the baby got to ride too, shut up). So we get there and you gotta pay extra for the camel ride. We stand in line and the last folks before our turn was a mother and her three kids. Camel Guy says for all three to climb aboard and the mother argues with the Camel Guy. She wants all three kids to have their own special ride so she can get pictures. Camel Guy very gently states that his camel is working very hard to provide a ride for all the children, but that three separate rides is three separate times he has to work his little camel bones. She continues to argue but in the end Camel Guy wins. So finally Scooter and I climb aboard the camel. His name is Big Joe. Are you kidding me? Joe Camel? Is that an appropriate name for a zoo camel? Come on! But Camel Guy is cute (I have an affinity for red heads) and we take our ride making a big deal about the fact that the camel has a big Alladdin type flying rug on his back and as far as I can tell he has not spit once. Scooter has become the Bama version of Princess Jasmine. Hubby is on camera duty.
We finalize our ride and are sure to pet Big Joe and thank him for allowing us to ride on his back. I think Camel Guy winked at us.
After that we rode the train, saw the sea lion show and pet a skunk named Grumpy. But I think Scooter’s favorite part of the whole day was the petting zoo. It held some mini goats and woolly sheep but it also had plastic rakes and scoops and tools that the kids were allowed to “clean up” the goat and sheep poop. Yes, Scooter spent an inordinate amount of time cleaning up poop and thought it was gobs of fun! Kids! Bet ya dollars for donuts she does not clean up the dog poop in her own back yard! But as they say, the grass is always greener on the other side.