Petting zoos chap my hide. Ever since I was a kid field tripping to Deer Forest and buying a cone of food pellets from a vending machine, I have been skeeved out by the sad congregation of random critters bleeting out a lethargic greeting.Or maybe that llama is just pleading with me to put it out of its misery.
It may not be surrounded by water, but a petting zoo is an island of misfit farm animals. Sure, I’m a regular girl who lives for pony rides, but my dream doesn’t involve a bony nag tied to an creaking equestrian merry-go-round. I love deer…when they are happily springing away from me through the forest. I find sheep adorbs, but I don’t want to pet their fleece; I want to knit it. I’m interested in the cheese—not the e coli—that a molting goat is offering up.
The poo zoo review is in: this one's a stinker.
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I was in my doctor's office and picked up a Reader's Digest (I am only 40 though:) I found your blog listed in Best Blogs. What fun, I will definately stop back again.
The goat petting zoo at our local zoo has creeped me out since I was a child. The goats like to chew on your clothes, no thanks!
yeah, this one never ceases to confound me. really? you have a 3 year old and all you can think to do is take them to a petting zoo? why is this even still happening?
Just found your blog today via a link on Twitter.
Ha! So funny to read that you've been to Deer Forest. I live just down the road from it!
RedHeadedQuilter: It's such a small world! My mom still lives in Coloma and I'm from Benton Harbor. I went to LMC. Far out.
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