As fun as the idea of being around Alpaca's is. Ah, just thinking about those limpid seductive brown eyes, Drinking me in. Those subtle butterflies of delight at being so near Nature's perfect beauty; then I am startled awake.
Reality strikes...They stink.
I'm not saying they have unwarranted surly dispositions, well actually they do have attitude, but in the effort to be magnanimous this ain't the high country of Peru so give them a break, they're captives.
Barring that, there's the issue where they are incredibly persnickety about their living conditions; which again that may be a product of subtle designed obstinacy due to being captive.
The fact remains their poop smells bad; that and they wantonly kneel in it. I had not realized how conditional their allure was. Let's face it; we don't smell photos. The aroma in personal space can make a world of difference.
Short summation: I am seriously reconsidering working around them before my affection for their existence sours to contempt.
Similar to the effect of visiting your friend's facebook page too often only to discover they are quite lame; far beyond what you had ever experienced in person....or better still Barney the Dinosaur. Only through excessive exposure could you develop a visceral dislike for a purple singing reptile.
So let me adore them from afar.....preferably upwind afar would be best.
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