Heading up to the trees with Lolita. Lying in bed last night I realized that we haven't been taking Lolita out of the cage because we no longer trust Chiquito, who at 3 1/2 often exhibits frustration and aggression. Lolita has never been aggressive. She's younger, female, and has a completely different temperament. We trusted her with our 18 month old grandson, and we trust her with the infant howler monkeys. Chiquito? Never.
Paul wasn't asleep yet, and he had a hard time falling asleep after I suggested it. Even though we were able to successfully take Chiquito into the jungle on a leash when he was younger and then turn him loose to explore, he couldn't be free in our yard - all he wanted to do was break into the house. (The two times he escaped and got inside were disastrous. Short of swinging from the chandelier...only because we don't have one...he left a wide path of destruction.)
Paul wasn't asleep yet, and he had a hard time falling asleep after I suggested it. Even though we were able to successfully take Chiquito into the jungle on a leash when he was younger and then turn him loose to explore, he couldn't be free in our yard - all he wanted to do was break into the house. (The two times he escaped and got inside were disastrous. Short of swinging from the chandelier...only because we don't have one...he left a wide path of destruction.)
 Safety on Mom. |  A dash for the raisin. |  Bipedal. |
Fortunately, Lolita was the sweetie she always is. In fact, it was hard to get her off me.
(Photo credit to Paul)
(Photo credit to Paul)
 The raisin! |  Eating on the run... |  Back to Mom. |
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