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Shiny_Rock
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I posted back in September about the sudden and heart-breaking loss of our last and favorite ferret, Skittles. It's been lonely the past few months without any furry loves in the house. Hubby and I planned on eventually getting another ferret eventually, but one from a private, reputable breeder. We decided to fly out to visit some breeders at a National competition held in Pennsylvania every year. It was crazy, but it was fun.. and we couldn't walk away without the precious friend we found: SHD Expresso Stout, or just Stout as he's known.
I think we spent most of the first two days we had him wondering what on earth we were thinking. He's nothing like any of our other ferrets - he's literally more than twice their size at 6 months old, can leap 2 feet vertically, and hadn't yet figured out that toes, noses, and fingers weren't acceptable chewtoys. I came home to a ransacked house - trash cans knocked over and contents strewn everywhere, laundry scattered in different rooms, and the television turned on. Apparently Genius figured out how to get out of his cage and have a party... but then put himself back in his cage before I got home. I was freaking out for a few minutes until I realized what had happened!
But... of couse we've fallen in love and think he's absolutely perfect, even when we're sporting a few chew-marks... We still miss Skittles something fierce but hope he'd understand.
Anyway, here's a pic that his breeder shared with us from when he was much smaller (he's the one with his eyes open):
GAH! My apologies for the large picture!
I think we spent most of the first two days we had him wondering what on earth we were thinking. He's nothing like any of our other ferrets - he's literally more than twice their size at 6 months old, can leap 2 feet vertically, and hadn't yet figured out that toes, noses, and fingers weren't acceptable chewtoys. I came home to a ransacked house - trash cans knocked over and contents strewn everywhere, laundry scattered in different rooms, and the television turned on. Apparently Genius figured out how to get out of his cage and have a party... but then put himself back in his cage before I got home. I was freaking out for a few minutes until I realized what had happened!
But... of couse we've fallen in love and think he's absolutely perfect, even when we're sporting a few chew-marks... We still miss Skittles something fierce but hope he'd understand.
Anyway, here's a pic that his breeder shared with us from when he was much smaller (he's the one with his eyes open):
GAH! My apologies for the large picture!