We attended a "Best of" New Hampshire Magazine prize-winning river lighting festival in a nearby town last weekend. While we were hard-pressed to determine why this festival merited an award--unless it was in the category of "Down and Out New Hampshire Towns that Smell Really Really Bad," (who knew paper mills emitted such noxious odors?)--The Wog did have the chance to sit with a moose.
First she sat next to the moose.
She inched closer in his direction.
When the moose walked away, The Wog followed:
Thankfully, the moose was very good-natured about the stalking. And we got used to the smell.