For as long as I can remember, my grandpa has had a collection of unusual pets. We’ve had sheep and deer, elk and turkeys, quail and buffalo, miniature donkeys and llamas, dogs and cats, horses and camels. While I’m pretty sure that I could write many posts about each of these animals, tonight’s post will focus on our camels.
I honestly don’t remember how long we’ve had Clyde–I believe my grandpa bought him at an exotic animal auction about 12-15 years ago. He’s a two-hump camel, and he’s positively crazy. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a camel run, but if not, then you must put it on your bucket list. It’s hilarious. We got Curly, our one-hump, a year or so after Curly. They got along well, and they hung out half the year at my grandpa’s farm and half the year with their “trainer.”
Another thing I’m not quite sure of is how we discovered that they like to drink beer. I’m pretty sure it was a combination of my cousins and my grandpa who figured that one out, but boy, they do love the beer. No worries, we never gave them more than a can or two at a time. Interestingly, beer is the only canned beverage they like; once when we pulled up, Clyde came running over to the car, stuck his head in the driver’s side window, reached to the console and grabbed a can of Pepsi sitting there. Upon drinking a sip, he immediately spit it out. The jury’s still out as to his taste of Dr. Pepper.
The other day I randomly decided to google our camel, and lo and behold the following video popped up. I have no idea who took this video, and the fact that they let Clyde chew on the can concerns me, but this is a recent clip of our baby Clyde (at the trainer’s house):
Surprisingly, my youtube search delivered quite a few other beer drinking camels around the world. In fact, there’s even a song out there about beer drinking camels (see http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/davidmkidd3). How random!
Sadly, my grandpa sold his piece of land (and almost all the animals that were living there) a few years ago, but we kept our camels. Technically, Clyde now lives full time with his trainer (who has the acreage and the desire to take care of him). The trainer is also their social planner, so Clyde and Curly have been involved in a bunch of different events and parades. As a result, there have been multiple times when I was caught off guard by their appearance in random situations.
For example, last year around this time my mom and I were wrapping presents and randomly had the television tuned to E!. At some point in the night, the show Wildest Weddings came on, but, busy with wrapping and catching up, we weren’t really paying attention. This instantly changed when the show cut to commercial and said something along the lines of “and when we come back, you’ll see a wedding featuring the famous beer drinking camels of Oklahoma.” What?! Of course we paid full attention, and, sure enough, there were Clyde and Curly, the stars at the reception of someone who got married in our hometown.
Another time I was back home visiting my parents and went out with one of my high school friends. We were out at a bar, and I met a bunch of his friends. At some point, a girl came up to us and said “you HAVE to see these pictures I have on my phone. You won’t believe it!” I had no idea what to expect, but I cracked up when the pictures were of Clyde and Curly. I don’t know what she expected me to say, but I can tell you that she did not expect me to tell her that they’re members of my family.
I’m very sad about Curly, but I’m grateful that he was with our family for so long and provided us with lots of joy. I plan on going to visit Clyde while I’m home over the holidays, so hopefully I can get some updated pictures. Mostly, I’m just grateful that I have the kind of family in which pet camels are just part of the norm.
On a somewhat related note, my grandpa also used to have a Zedonk (half zebra/half donkey) named Zed. When I was about 23, I was watching Jimmy Kimmel, and he had a segment about the “World’s First Half Donkey/Half Zebra.” I can remember sitting there getting my panties in a wad that Jimmy was leading the world to think that these people in California had the first Zedonk, when we had been the proud owner of Zed for years. So, I did what any sane rational person would do–I immediately e-mailed the show and told them all about Zed.
I never heard back.
I’m sure there are plenty of other Zedonks out there, but here’s a picture of me with our Zed (again, old pictures!):
You can also see some of our Jacks and Jills. Oh, I miss those animals and that land…
When I was looking through old pictures, I also found this random picture of some of the elk that used to wander around on our land–so pretty!
My dryer is beeping, so I suppose it’s time for me to go and finish doing laundry.
Until next time!
And yes, I realize that technically this is a Sunday not a Saturday post. I’m hoping if I post something short and sweet after I finish this load of laundry, most of you won’t notice that I actually missed a day of posting…