We went to this lovely place for pumpkin pickin' and some nice out-of-the-city fall air on Saturday. I chose this pumpkin place mainly because they promised that there would be goats. I love goats. Goats are my thing. It has long been my dad's and my dream to have goats. Don't ask me why. But all the goats were sold or hidden away from the public on Saturday. We had to content ourselves with Bunnies.
Yes, it was me and the six year olds. And I want to re-visit the sign in the first picture. I love that sign. And it told the truth. For 1 dollar [handed over to the 13 year old 4H girl who breeds the bunnies] she would hand you over the softest one while letting the bounciest ones hop all over you. There was a lot of bunnie love. Damon got in on the bunnie snuggle action too.
Because really, how could you possibly resist? Bunnies are so tempting... dare I say, as tempting as a pumpkin to a miniature horse?
Or as tempting as piggies to a pile.
Ok, enough of the cute animal photos. We had a great time and I now want a bunny.
