Open day

We went to an open day at the local animal shelter yesterday. Well, when I say local it was a good forty minute drive, but it's the closest one to us.

The main reason we went was because BARN were having a stand there and we thought it would be a perfect opportunity to meet some other carers and to pay our membership. We're now fully paid up members and therefore covered under BARN's permit.

They had some t-shirts for sale there, so we thought we'd buy a couple to help support the organisation and to advertise it as well. I commented to one of the ladies at the stand that it would be something else for the possums to pee on. Her reply was, "when you're a carer, everything is something for the possums to pee on".

And speaking of possums, we had my family over today for Father's day. Naturally they all loved the animals, my mum reckons caring for sick or orphaned animal runs in the family, especially on her side. She even held the blue tongue for a while.

Lucky made a short appearance to lots of oohs and aahs. He reminds me of a teenager. He always seems to come out of his drey at least once during the afternoon. He has a bit of a snack, goes to the toilet, then goes back to bed. He's just like my youngest stepdaughter Sarah when she's been out the night before.

Actually, Sarah's like that pretty much all the time.

Incidentally, I've been calling the reptiles by the wrong names. Jess calls the snake "Snakoo" and the blue tongue "Lizard Queen". I think I'll just keep calling them "Willy" and "Fatso", it rolls off the tongue more easily and they won't know the difference anyway. Like the old saying goes, "you can call me anything you like except 'late for dinner' ".