February-
Dogs are quiet, too quiet. I look around. The Husky and Beagle are sharing a toy upstairs? I call them and they come down, toy in tow. At the foot of the stairs, the Husky drops the toy. Upon inspection, the toy turns out to be my little one's pet hamster. Doh! I break the news, she bawls. I tell her she'll get a replacement that weekend. Six pet stores later, no one has the kind that she had. Guinea pig? No
Rabbit? No
Chinchilla? No
Ferret? YES
$500 (potential gun money) later, the kids have 2 ferrets with all the accessories. The male is younger and smaller but is growing quickly. In no time he catches up to and passes the female. He's bigger, much bigger. Now it's obvious that the female has taken ill and has lost a lot of weight.
First thing next morning, I check on the female and she's dead. Doh! When I come back with a disposal bag, she feebly lifts her head. Decision time. Spend more money on the vet then she cost, just to try and save her. Put her down and buy a new one. I bite the bullet and tell the little one that the female needs to go to the vet. $100 and 2 weeks worth of twice a day treatment later, we have a revived ferret.
Today-
Take the ferrets out while laundry gets sorted and folded. Laundry done, I lay on the floor to play with the critters. The male poke his head in my pant leg. Flashbacks of the ferret/nutsack story, prompt me to block him out.
The female gets on my back and plays with my ear rings. Next thing in know, I hear a pop and pressure on my ear. She bite clean through it! I go to get up and realize that she's still clamped to my ear and hanging from it! I pry her off, put them in their cage and go to stop the bleeding. The things men put themselves through, for the love of their daughters.