Today Hon took the Kid and Eldest to an airsoft game close by. That meant Young'un and I had the day to ourselves. What better way to spend the day together than getting up close and personal with alpaca at the 4th Annual Best of the US Alpaca Show in Columbus. We've not done that before. I've seen plenty of alpaca pictures and I bought some alpaca yarn the other day, but that was the extent of it. I know, you're thinking the Young'un was alllll excited to go and couldn't wait to spend his Saturday with alpaca. NOT! I bribed him with lunch at Sonic before along with the added bonus of walking through a pet store and a milk shake afterwards if he would just pretend to enjoy himself for a while. The great thing was, after getting there, he wasn't pretending. We both had a great time!
What keeps coming to mind is, "They're so stinkin cute!" In fact, that was what was rolling around my head most of the way home. I tell you, the personalities those little buggers have is just amazing. Ears up and perky, ears pinned back...sniff Young'un and let him touch, or sniff and back up... And the colors! They were so distinctive. One looked like it was wearing a brown hat. Another looked like it had dark lipstick all around it's mouth. Then there was a black one that reminded Young'un of a horses face and another that reminded us more of a picture of a dragon face in a book. No, not scary, a cute dragon.
We met some real nice folks there, all happy to talk alpaca with us. We pet alpaca, we fed alpaca, and did I mention we pet alpaca? The problem was I really wanted to take one home. I was considering taking the seats out of the van and leaving them in the parking lot. I figure I could have gotten a few of them in there, at least. Young'un would have had plenty of room. Then it dawned on me I left the money tree at home.
So, Hon did not come home to a new animal out in the pasture. I did, however, make a few alpaca friends and am looking forward to sneeking a peek at their fiber and bringing some home to wallow in while I dream of having a few of my (ahem, our) own her some day. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.