Thursday, September 3, 2009

The WildLife Up North...

happened to be conveniently found in our very own cabin. Proof:
Mama Bear. Or perhaps Papa bear? Do bear rugs come anatomically correct? I forgot to look.
Lovely warthog. Or a pig hog. Or a whatever hog. You can google it.
Every time i walked by this thing, the Lion King song would pop into my head.

If you're hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat
Eat my buddy Pumbaa here because he is a treat
Come on down and dine
On this tasty swine
All you have to do is get in line

Aaaare you achin'(Yup, yup, yup)
Foooor some bacon?(Yup, yup, yup)

You could be a big pig too, UGH!

Or it could be a daddy hog. I tossed his hat up there and it landed so perfectly... to my dad's chagrin. What's the point in being a daughter if you can't harass your dad every once in awhile?

Isaiah was particuarly fascinated with this moose. There were a few of them - one in the kitchen and another one in Emily and Dan's room - where they could look at him all night. I know they really enjoyed that. They are probably pen pals now since we are home from vacation. There's always next year guys!

I made sure to pack this little guy. He was the best thing I brought besides the s'mores.