Did you know it’s #NationalPumpkinDay? Fiona did.
Celebrate the day by relishing in Fiona’s continued resignation to simply being alive with this brief but very important update on her well-being.
Congratulations to the happy couple and congratulations to Fiona, whose neck rolls are developing at a rate that I applaud. You look great, Fiona. You always do.
In less fun news, Fiona’s dad Henry is a bit under the weather.
Please feel better, Henry. Fiona needs you.
Less sad, more happy: this fat little angel is nine months old.
What’s the best part of this? It’s not that Fiona is 9 months old, but that her living conditions are completely “(based on keeper’s discretion&could change w/o notice).” The abrupt change in tone from hippo enthusiast to nervous pedant is really a sight to see—but now I know for certain that Fiona’s life is truly not hers.
Here’s some clarity on how hippos actually move in the water.
It seems crazy to me to think that a hippo could swim, what with their rotund bodies and their tiny little hooves, but now I have a fun fact to blurt out at a group of strangers standing near the cheese plate, just in time for holiday party season.
The children’s book about Fiona is also available for pre-order and would make a lovely gift for your friends, family, strangers, and whomever else you’d like to indoctrinate into the gospel of rubbery, jiggly, plump Fiona.
