To make up for him having been confined in his night crate longer, I took him for an extra-long walk tonight. We saw some of the dogs that he's friends with (Ginger the Golden mix, and Snickers the Silky Terrier), and we played at the park for a good long while. We got home...
....Only to discover that I had forgotten to take food from the freezer the night before to thaw it out for his dinner. See, all of Gizmo's food is homemade from raw, fresh ingredients. Since preparing it all is kind of a hassle, I usually make a week or two's worth of food, and then freeze whatever I'm not going to use immediately to prevent spoilage.
I put my (hysterical) little fox in his crate, then filled the sink with hot water and set one of the baggies of food afloat to hopefully defrost it. You may not know this, but in the world of foxes, a late dinner is about the worst thing that could ever, theoretically, happen. Gizmo responded to this cardinal sin by screaming and shrieking and crying the whole time I was defrosting his food, wailing and letting the whole world know what a terrible, neglectful mommy he had, and how she was making him STARVE for a whole fifteen minutes while she got his food ready.
By all rights, I should be locked up.
Picture Taken On: November 3, 2008
(Gizmo testing out his pen when we first built it--don't worry, it wasn't shelter-less for more than a few hours)
(Gizmo testing out his pen when we first built it--don't worry, it wasn't shelter-less for more than a few hours)
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