The other week I was flying solo. For 5 whole days.
Dominic was on a work trip to Vegas, yes, I know, for a super awesome management training. He was nominated and all that jazz and promises he didn’t have much fun without me. The binder of seminar notes and assignments he brought home confirms his lack of fun … poor guy.
Anyways, upon his departure I informed him that this kids and I needed a little play money for our staycation. And, being the fun mom I try to be, I chose the zoo.
Now, I hate to love the zoo. I really do. Those poor animals do not seem happy at all. Artic fox jsut don’t belong in the Pacific Northwest, neither do tigers. And the polar bears can’t be excited to be in that mini little habit. After watching Blackfish, animals in captivity just make me cringe something fierce. My environmental science major sister says there are perks though – studying behavior and providing a home for injured or otherwise misplaced animals. So, I guess it’s a toss up. What do you think about zoos?
Needless to say, the wee ones had a blast! Max made a new friend, who he thought was a water cow …
I couldn’t get over how picturesque the day was. If Dominic’s work ever moves us away from here I’m going to need a miracle to keep my sanity. I just love it here. This place, the Northwest not the zoo, feels like home.