Yes, Lakey, i have always had a great affinity for animals. I could touch and talk with many, rabbits, squirrels, birds, even skunks. No, once I have made contact with an animal I have no fear.
I don't think I will replace the Vegas act, as I do not believe a Las Vegas stage is any place for animals, as least not other than humans.
Animalls are so honest. They will let you know if they want to be touched or not. I have never had one say, "touch me"

and then attack. I have had a few say, "Don't touch me"

and I honored that. There are times I feel the same way.

I can do the same with most people, but have problems with those who are not as honest as my animal friends. I have a friend who insists that I like animals better than people. She may be correct.

Love & Light,
Aunt Pat
We have a friend, who is Indian (feather not dot). He's a cowboy. He's rides bulls and ropes in rodeos. Currently he's housed in a special place where the state pays for his room and board. He walked out of a Safeway without paying for his purchases. When the clerk asked him for money, our friend showed him his big gun. He was high on meth, and was taking the food to a family who needed financial help. (I'm not saying this is logical) When he's not in the houscow, he lives on lots of land worth millions of dollars.
He took our youngest daughter, when she was twelve and had been riding ponies and horses all her life, and taught her how to ride horses. His own daughter, when she was three would shinny up a horse's leg to get on. We've gone riding with him at the beach, where we have our horses, who know the feel of the sand, the surf, the sounds, and are at home. He's taken a brand new (to him) race horse that only knows walk and run on a tightly controlled course. He's walked (sitting on their back) these horses, who've never seen a beach, down across rocks, along traffic, onto the beach at night, right beside us.He has a gentle, but firm way with horses.
Many is the night I've ridden with him a little drunk from a bar, at ten at night, at full gallop over hill and dale, around trees, on deer paths. He's insane, but a good insane.
Twenty or thirty years ago, he unlocked the cages of a lab that did experiments on monkeys. One of the monkeys he released ended up on living on his roof for over a decade. He would throw food up there every day. I don't even know, now that I think of it, where Clyde, his monkey, got water.
He could be riding along on a trail, spot a rattlesnake, jump off his horse,grab the rattler in his shirt, and take the rattlesnake home with him. His horse was not thrilled.
He has a natural affinity for animals. He also has spectacular 8C (control) and tone 40 with them too. He ain't no pussy.
When it comes to people, he's seen the insides of jails many times. He's gotten in lots of fights.
Wisdom is not what he is about -- at least when it comes to people.
PS:
if anyone reading this, thinks they might want to be a pen pal with my friend, PM me. He is 50s going on 60s. he's married and has five kids and grandchildren, so he's not marriage bait. He has more stories than Carter's got pills. He's stuck in a prison for years with murderers and other interesting folk.