Hey, it's Vlad. Today I sat down with three fellow fox ambassadors at the Center...Vinnie, Mae, and Clara. All three were rescued from a fur farm, which is heinous place where foxes are sacrificed for human vanity.

Vinnie came first. She showed up missing an ear and her tail, and the staff named her after Vincent van Gogh. Personally, I think "Van Gogh" undersells it. Vinnie looks like she fought a woodchipper and lost. In reality this is common at fur farms as the stress causes foxes to mutilate others or self mutilate.

"I call it my minimalist look," Vlad.

"Yes Vinnie, when life gave you lemons made lemonade".

Then there's Mae. Named after Mae West. And trust me, she lives up to the name. She doesn't just walk into the enclosure she makes an entrance.

Mae once said, "I generally avoid temptation... unless it comes with snacks." And let me tell you, no snack is safe in her presence.

She also likes to remind us: "You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough." Which is why Mae's behavior is like a blue eyed jalapeño

Last week, Mae announced, "When I'm good, I'm very good. But when I'm bad, I'm terrific." Then she immediately tipped over the water bowl, looked me dead in the eyes, and called it a political statement.

Clara, of course, is the healer of the group. She's named after Clara Barton, founder of the Red Cross, which is fitting, because she spends most of her time patching us up...emotionally.

She is a bit timid but is also very sweet. Clara is always quick to give out a compliment, which of course is easy when talking to yours truly.

So there you have it. Vinnie, surrogate mother to Mae, the Mae West of foxes and Clara, the saint of patience.

And of course there is me, a

fox so dazzling, if Mae West herself met me, she'd say, "Too much of a good thing can be wonderful."

Until next time...stay foxy.

Vlad out