Though our minds were set on photographing the wild dogs, it was hard to ignore the rest of the animals in the park. It was like the 1st of September. Everywhere we looked, pre-K candidates were stumbling out the bushes on shaky feet, hiding behind moms' bums. The sight could melt the coldest of hearts. A young zebra foal is nothing but striped bushy mane and legs, a baby vervet monkey is all pink ears, and a rhino calf cannot be more adorable in a defensive stance with its bump of a horn next to his quietly grazing mother – her horn the length of his whole head.