seeing someone write the same shit on tumblr about someone that I wrote the same shit about on livejournal back in 2006 gives me a feeling.
Moose at the Kostroma Moose Farm in Russia.
The farm began in 1963 as an attempt to domesticate moose for milk production. The moose on the farm have free range of 36000 hectares of protected Russian wilderness for part of the year, but freely return to the farm for food and to give birth to their young. The moose living there are extremely tame and are happy to be handled and milked, and even enjoy a spot of petting from the farm workers.
those baby meese are probably the cutest things I’ve ever seen.
I’m always very suspect of people who didn’t have a dog while they were growing up. It’s like there’s a cold, dark part of them that never developed correctly because they didn’t have a four-legged best friend waiting for them every day when they got home from school, no constant cuddle buddy, no one they could always count on to be down for an adventure, no one who was always watching out for them.