Poor Lucas had two bad feet and two other horrible feet. His walls were paper thin, his toes were stretched, his heels had nonexistent buttresses and were horribly under run, he had no digital cushion and his lateral cartilages were as thin and flimsy as the zip-lock areas of gallon zip lock baggies... horrible feet. Ghastly. Barefoot had to be better.
Two of his frogs weren't too bad, but the other two looked moth eaten. His soles stank of death and decay. One look at his soles indicated that they would be flat 1 week after taking his shoes off. I wanted to take after pictures, but Lucas couldn't bear to life his feet for it.
We hugged before Katja led limping Lucas up the hill to his stall. |