Hanging with the Dogs

by Carlton Hughes

When I think of vacations, I think of family.

My wife, my two sons, and I have had some wonderful trips. In brainstorming for this blog post, I thought back to a small but memorable one.

It was my 39th birthday (a few weeks ago . . . just kidding), and we decided to take the boys to the zoo. I was a late bloomer, so to speak, so my children were seven and five.

prairie-dog-459458_1280We had a ball roaming the zoo and checking out all of the animals. One of the highlights was the prairie dog exhibit. This particular zoo has a tunnel under the exhibit, and you can crawl through it to end up in a big plastic dome in the midst of the super-cute critters.

gophers-850385_1280At the time, my wife had a serious hip problem, so I was elected to accompany the boys into the prairie dog tunnel. I folded my substantial 39-year-old body into the tunnel, crawling on my substantial belly to the dome. My boys were delighted to see the prairie dogs up close, and I thought it was pretty cool, too.

fire-engine-23774_1280Getting out was a challenge, and, for a few tense moments, I thought the fire department would get to celebrate my birthday with me by pulling me out of the tunnel. I eventually made it out, and, of course, we headed to the gift shop, where both boys went straight to the stuffed prairie dogs.

Since my sons were in a NASCAR phase, we closed the day with dinner at a racecar-themed restaurant, complete with kids meals served in cardboard cars.automobile-1299522_1280

It was only an overnight trip a FEW years ago, but I cherish the memory.

WRITING PROMPT: Imagine you are visiting the zoo, and something funny happens. Who is with you? What has happened? Write a paragraph or two with your story.

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One thought on “Hanging with the Dogs

  1. I’m so excited to be going to the Houston Zoo with my neighbor and her three kids. Our first stop is the giraffes. Ella is so in awe of them. As we are feeding them leaves, Ella gets her faced washed by the mother giraffe. Oh, the look on Ella’s face was priceless.

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