I had the dorm room to myself since Rachel went back to Domain to spend the weekend with Joan. (Joan, being an equine, asked Rachel to help her pick out horseshoes. Equines are one of the few species here that wear anything on their feet.)
During the brief time I spent as a human that was the most difficult adjustment. Fenton and I found that human feet are very tender; nowhere near as tough and study as our normal paws. Having some kind of a barrier between unprotected skin and the ground was necessary, but it also separated us from a sense of our environment. I did notice, though, that a large industry exists in human world to produce footwear in an endless variety.
Kell got an E-mail today that her cousin Sheila is coming for a visit. I’ve never met her, but I know that Dad and Kell once considered her as Coney’s godmother. (They eventually settled on me, and that was even before I became engaged to Fenton.)
The other news concerned Rudy’s fleas. Apparently parasites have created mortgage companies that sell the rights to live on us. Rudy had to suffer the indignity of being under foreclosure and then auctioned to the highest bidder who tried to sell his blood, but he had the last laugh with a flea dip. Unfortunately, we can’t take flea dips too often due to their toxicity, so Rudy’s experience might become a common one.
With no Enormous Reptile Con I’ll be here all day to respond to messages. Fire away!
