It was very warm here the other day--finally.
Had to do some shopping so I figured I would take the kids with. We got them into the
bonding pouch with no fuss, loaded the dogs in the truck, and started off for a three hour tour.
No crabbing, no fussing...they clung to the window and peered out.
When we got to my favorite sweet shop, we opened up the pouch and introduced them to the ladies there.
They stayed mostly in the pouch, but I think they got the fur petted off them. And many pictures were taken...
...of which I have none.... :-(
All these strange hands....petting and poking and scratching, and cooing and laughing.
No one got bit, or even nipped at...no one even got crabbed at. The gliders seemed to be enjoying it! (?)
For the remainder of the outing they rode in the hood of my sweatshirt. I think they periscoped up a couple times to see what was going on, but otherwise they stayed hunkered down.
Our last stop was the local pet shop to get mealies.
(my kids haven't had mealies in a while--the shops around here sell junk. I need to start ordering from online or something)
We also picked up a riot of fresh fruit and made the kids a party salad for dinner.
...which they won't eat...and they are alternately trying to ignore me, hide in their pouch or bite me...
Harley actually seemed to lure me in...
"Get closer. I'll walk up on your hand! Really I will. Yes! Juuust like that..."
Bloodied me through the thickest skin on my hand. Lot of anger in that bite.
(What is it about animal bites? You can almost feel all that negative emotion shooting into you when it happens. Is there really some kind of transfer of emotion there, or is the specific feel of an animal bite just something that we have evolved to fear especially powerfully?)
Any animal...even fish.
Anyway...
The drama goes on. Hopefully by this morning they will have forgotten whatever it was that they didn't like.
Yogurt....
Happy Glider-ing all!
Dave
Morgana (11/15)
