The passing hiker’s eyes grew wide as she noticed the obese, unwieldy, antlered stuffed animal draped across JK’s back.
“Uhm,” she started, trying to find a polite way to learn what the hell was going on. “Dare I ask?”
“Oh, you know,” said JK. “I’m just training for the Amooseing Race.”
Thus began a night of strange looks and really bad moose puns.
The gigantic moose isn’t ours, he just showed up at our house while we were in Europe. This is what happens when you give friends the key to your house.
I joked that JK should start carrying Karl-Heinz* on hikes like I carry my mascot, Mukmuk, and then suddenly it turned into something he had to do.
So that’s how we found ourselves on Poo Poo Point, propping that portly thing up to pose for the classic Norwegian motif, Moose in Sunset. It was a silly, excellent way to spend a beautiful early summer’s eve. Also – according to JK – it would be a great way to pick up chicks – single males, take note!
My favorite part of the night was when our friend’s fetch-obsessed dog, Ada, dropped her stick at Karl-Heinz’s feet and patiently waited for him to throw it.
I was quite amoosed.
*That’s right, he has a name. And a facebook page.