Sir Frankie Crisp loves his new fang out. He hits the pom poms like punching bags and plays the scratching post like a washboard. He basks in the hammock. He says thanks, Dad! Ron took me back to That Pet Place. I got a moss ball for Lennox too who has made a bubble nest. I had to move Uncle Otto, the Otocinclus, to his tank because it has developed some algae. Things are nearly back to normal after my Gettysburg trip. You'd think that I was gone for two weeks.
