This is my commute: I will not say my 'owner' (because I am not owned, and nothing is really owned in this world, anyway). She is the person who picked me off a rack of other cows in a shop. She had other hopes for me in the beginning. She wanted to share me with... Continue Reading →

My name is Foro. I go many places, but often buried in the bottom of a suitcase. Not complaining, though, at least I get around. I'm often invited to dinner. I often get to sit all day with a view of the mountains. I think a lot. Not having a mouth does that.