In Which I Get Fingerprinted

Yes, you read that right--fingerprinted! I'm thinking of undertaking a new volunteer position, and it required me to be fingerprinted. I am no longer anonymous. They had to redo my last two fingers because there was too much sweat on them. "Nervous?" asked the policeman. "No, just warm." It was raining outside, so I'd put on my raincoat, a sweater, and a turtleneck, and after a little wait and then the process itself, I was pretty toasty.

Last night, Lady Scientist T gave me some homemade turkey soup she made--and it was delicious. I shared a piece of turkey with Pupgirl and Mr. Big. They were happy. He's still limping on that back leg, but even though he needs to be rested for 4 to 6 weeks after each episode (and it's only been about a week and a half since the last episode started), he gets depressed if I take her for a walk by herself. In the summer, he stands in front of the open door and cries Aroos that can be heard down the street. So no one's been getting a walk, and I think we're all stiff because of that. So we took a short walk around 2 blocks today in the drizzle. He marked about 15 times. No joke. I swear his bladder must be about a gallon.