Since I'm on the West Coast for work right now, I missed a lot of things this week. Just when I was getting sad about Biscuit, three's birthday, the babies in Colorado and other such stuff, I stumbled upon a store called the pygmy hippo in West Hollywood. You may or may not know this, but Three is kindof crazy for hippos. I stopped, snapped a few pictures. It reminded me that whatever happens, one day in the near or distant future, there will be happy reunions with brothers and sisters, people and pets and maybe even a pygmy hippo. Happy birthday Three!!