Hard to believe anyone would reject this cuddly blorper, but that’s just what Harry the Pygmy Hippo’s mother did, so keepers at a wildlife sanctuary in South Africa raised him by hand ’round the clock. Looks like he has an effective way of telling you when it’s time for a feeding, too.
Picture by Miller and MacLean/Caters News. Story, more pictures at The Huffington Post.
OMG! Is that real or is that the House Hippo?
House Hippos rule! [and the leetle footyprints in the pb&j's].
LOL, that was my first thought too, Angel!
(And my first and only thought every time I see that commercial is *not* “hey, cool message about critical thinking and being media savvy” … but rather “I WANT a HOUSE HIPPO! NOW!”)
It’s been said that a hippo has a face only a mother could love. This one’s the opposite.
When I saw this little guy at Zooborns, I squeed my pants. My workplace needs one of these guys.
Man, bad enough I’m on the waiting list for the house giraffe, now I can’t get a house hippo either?
HOLY CARP!!
Perhaps she is laughing so hard that milk comes out her nose?
This little guy ‘minds me of a cool sci-fi short story by Heinlein…If I had the privilege of taking this fine young blorp home, I would *so* name him Napoleon! And teach him to write!
But Napoleon the elephant had a trunk.
I want a heepo, exactly that size. a pocket heepo
He booped his handler! Reverse boopage!
Or is he playing “gotcher nose”?
Either way, he’s adoooorrabllllle
why it’s harry-the-rat-with-women in the flesh…he’d best heed his nose…
I’m stunned. I’m amazed. I’m powerless before him. I think I’ve been… hippo-nose-tised!
*golf clap*
Love it!!! Oakley…you slay me.
I refuse to believe in the existence of this teeny baby hippo because otherwise I would have to have one and I can’t so it doesn’t exist.
I reject you reality and substitute my own!
I saw the Mythbusters: Behind the myths Tour yesterday if your a fan and you have a chance to catch it do, it has a lot of fun!
Owl.
I vote this goes on the women of C.O. calendar.
“You gots e little bit of milk on your nose. I’ll take care of that for you.”
Slurp, slurp, slurp
Kari wins tha Innernets tuhday!!!
No tongue-hance? Rly? Pleez remedy this, pleeeeeeeeeez?
Imagine Attenboroughesque dulcet tones:
‘The South African or Emperor House Hippo emerges from its sock drawer at dusk to stalk its prey.
The favourite foods of the bebbeh HH are pb&j, meelks, and unsuspecting schnozzes. Its target, once chosen, is doomed, and here we see one such lone human, separated from its packmates, is quickly amused, overcome in an HH ded-roll, and kronched. Ded.
Bwawawawawawaaaaaaaaah!
(throws roses)
I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas…
Srsly, tho, those critters can kill you when they’re full-grown.
That’s my sister’s favorite Christmas song; maybe I should get her one for next Christmas……
Hmm, i no can haz embed?
life is not fair!!!!! how come she gets hippo kisses & I don’t…..
Nose boop to end all nose boops.
Make that a PhD in Nose Boop.
Blorpie’s giving a beep to her booper.
Cutie-pie is from South Africa – I knew my country was not a lost cause
I love him and I need his itty bitty hippo kisses today!