The puppies were puppies this week! And the fish weren't missing, and the birds weren't radioactive and diseased, and the cats weren't waist-high with tusks, and Zack was feeling pretty good about all of those things, really. He was even smiling as he and Girl made their rounds of the Furnado, checking up on each and every animal that was there. Even...

"Mr. Winkles, you know you're not going to get extra playtime in the ball if you keep trying to run people over while you're in it."

Even Zack's evil gerbil, yes.

Furnado is open! And as normal as it's ever been.

[OOC: I forgot it was Tuesday, la.]