If this following entry offends, I apologize. It’s really intended to be a humorous take on the sort of things we’ve only up till this point seen on animal documentaries. Specifically, and depending on your point of view, the both of us have been either terrifically unlucky, or lucky, to have witnessed animal rituals of the mating kind right before us.:)
The first occasion occurred on our very first day at Phuket. We’d just checked into our suite in the late afternoon, taken a number of pictures of the suite in pristine condition (before we mess it up) and rested a bit. We decided then to head down to Surin beach that was about 150 metres away from Ayara Hilltops to take a look. The beach was pretty deserted; winds were strong and it was already in the early evening – except for these two dogs that were going about on it.
Click to read more; but do be reminded that these photos are not for children.
Here’s what’s hilarious. As soon as we saw the two mutts doing their thing, we both said in unison that we had to take a picture of it and send it to Matt.:)
Two days after our return to home, we were at the Singapore Zoo. It was a weekend, and the zoo was pretty crowded. On our way out in the early afternoon after a 5 hour visit, here’s what we saw at the White Tiger exhibit:
The two fellows certainly caught the entire viewing gallery by surprise, because as soon as they started frolicking, the whole row of us scrambled for our cameras and started snapping away. And there I was, with a huge n’ heavy tripod with a ‘pro-looking’ Nikon D300 sitting atop it and mounted with a zoom lens.:)
Funnily, in both cases what should be the female of the pair—and this I assumed since the other fellow in both cases were trying to get, er, on top of the other—was always trying to squirm away. So it all looked rather comical, with the male chasing the female around the beach / enclosure and trying to jump on top of the other.:)
Here’s the difference between you and me: Whereas you’re able to escape from these episodes with dignity intact, I on the other hand fail in that regard because more often than not my leg is the subject of one of these animal’s lusty mating rituals. I’ve been lucky thus far in my life of victimhood to avoid the unwanted advances of beasts such as white tigers; however, dogs somehow get the impression that my leg is always in the mood.
I consider myself fortunate I’m not in one of those pictures.
Hahahaha.:)