This is my new friend Sven:
I got Sven as a freebie at the veterinary conference I attended in Orlando last week. The lady who gave me Sven said they were having a Facebook contest – whoever posted the picture of Sven which got the most “likes” would win $50. I didn’t win, but I stilll thought it would be fun to post all the pictures I took of Sven, starting with our day trip to Busch Gardens. I think a lot of people thought I was more than a little nuts taking pictures of a tiny stuffed Great Dane all over the place, but that’s part of the fun.
The last time I was at Busch Gardens, I slept pretty much the whole time in my stroller and a goat tried to eat my brother’s t-shirt. So I was pretty sure this would be more fun than that.
Here’s Sven on the bus just before we left the hotel:
The first thing we did at Busch Gardens was go on a Safari. We met a giraffe named Jafari (hey that rhymes!):
We saw elephants:
Sven thought they were very big but was disappointed he didn’t get to ride on their backs like in the movies.
We saw the cheetah…
…and learned this cheetah grew up with a dog named Mtani:
Sven was impressed. We sat and watched Mtani and Kasi for a long time.
We saw tigers. I had some difficulty getting a good photo of the tigers at first so I moved to a different window. One of the tigers decided to be very helpful and came over to the new window to pose for pictures.
The tiger didn’t know what to think of Sven.
There was a little area with carnival games like the ring toss, etc. I almost played a game to win an angry bird, but realized if I won I would have to figure out how to get it home because it wouldn’t fit in my luggage and I didn’t want to sacrifice one of my carryon bags for it, and if I had to pay to ship it home then I might as well just buy one anyway.
I set off again to find the Cheetah Hunt roller coaster because I had wanted to ride it earlier but the lines were too long. By the time I got there, I didn’t really feel like riding it after all so instead I just took a picture of Sven sitting in the “try sitting here to see if you’re big enough to ride this ride” seat.
The next day, it was time for Sven and me to return to Fargo. I got the the airport over an hour before my flight, so I got myself a frappuccino.
Sven thought it was pretty rude of me to order a mocha one because chocolate is bad for dogs. When we boarded the plane, I let Sven have the window seat:
He didn’t mention it, but I think he was pretty disappointed that he couldn’t stick his head out the window.