Random poop

As many of you know I had a chinchilla as a pet.
She was a very expensive impulse buy, meant to state my need of a warm fuzzy companion of the canine persuasion. Bridget is a member of the rodent family, in other words: for thew first week of time together, she would hide in her chin-house everytime I entered the room. Her soft fur was no comfort to me becasue attempts to pick her up would result in rodenty panic. Slowly we've become accustomed to each other. One week she wouldn't hide when I can into the room another week she would each dried cranberries out of my hand and so on.

Today, I was late home because I had a venting session with another teacher over pizza. Later, when I went home, Bridget went up to her door went I went to her cage, and waited patiently while I picked her up. It was if she missed me and was concerned that I wasn't there. she won't run away when she's handled, and will continually check my fingers for dried rasins or cranberries. She'll let me hold her, help me type when I'm on the computer and climb on my shoulder and watch the computer screen.

Now if she'd just stop being incontinent, she'd be perfect!