I need more fun weasel stories!  This list has gotten awfully quiet
lately.
 
Here's the new class project: Tell about your shelter adoptees.  Funny
stories, sweet stories, whatever.  (Not to bash breeder and pet store
fuzzies, of course.  I have one of each and love 'em to death.  But
maybe we can tell stories and build awareness at the same time!)
 
For example- My Bear came from the Huntsville, Alabama shelter.  At the
time I had two girls and Joe (a chunky DEW) and the old girls wouldn't
play with Joe.  He was so sad and pitiful that I decided to get him a
friend.  We jaunted off to the weasel shelter open house for a play day.
All afternoon long Joe ran around and ran around with all the other
fuzzies in what could only be described as weasel heaven.  It was a large
room with tubes and tunnels and balls everywhere.  Toys and crinkley bags
and things to climb on and in.  He had a blast.  There were maybe a dozen
shelter kids up for adoption that day so I watched to see who Joe played
with.  He, of course, played with everybody but never seemed smitten with
a particular one.  Finally he was so tired he curled up in my lap and
went to sleep.  While we were waiting on the others to chose fuzzies to
take home (we were the last there and so the last to apply), the shelter
dad brought down a little boy that had been promised to someone else.  He
was so quiet and sweet and absolutely beautiful.  A slim little DEW with
the biggest eyes I've ever seen on a ferret.  Joe (still in my lap) woke
up from the "sleep of death" to run across the room and crawl up in the
shelter dad's lap to bump noses with the new guy.  The poor little new
boy was terrified of all the people and weasels in the room and so
promptly ran into the irrigation tubes with Joe right behind him.  All we
saw for a while were little blurs of white as they raced around.  Joe had
found his buddy!  Unfortunately, the buddy had been promised to someone
else and so we left without our little friend.  Long story short, a month
later the shelter called and said to come get him, he was ours.  Oh, the
dances of joy when we showed up and the boys could run around and play.
They took to each other instantly and have been inseperable ever since!
No fighting.  No territory issues.  They curled up in a big white wad
that first night and have done so every night since.  And Bear, the
sweet, little, calm ferret that came into my house has turned into a
demon manic crazy fuzzie full of all the chaos and joy in the world.
"Blossomed" does not even begin to cover it.  He is wide open all the
time!!  His exuberance is contagious, of course.  Joe, the sad little
ferret, started dancing when Bear came to the house and hasn't quit yet.
Bear is the instigator and the troublemaker and the one sure to be in the
middle of all insuing chaos, usually looking guilty.  He's the one that
figured out how to get in the kitchen sink through the cabinets and
drawers.  He steals my socks.  He's the only one that can get on the
dining room table (and his favorite game is "Fling Stuff Off"!).  He
plays kamikaze ambush and torments the other boys mercilessly until they
give in and play with him.  He bites the fire out of my ankles when he
thinks I'm not paying enough attention to him and then skitters away out
of range before turning and planting himself into his bulldog "Do my
bidding" pose.  He's unearthed all my plants, emptied all my garbage cans
and bookshelves, reprogramed my computer by keyboard dancing and scaled
all the unscaleable points in my house.  He took weasel-proofing to a
whole new level.  All my weasel stories at work start with "You won't
believe what Bear did last night..." I wouldn't trade him for the world.
Hooray to the shelter for gifting me with this sweet crazy little boy!
 
Anne
(with Miesa, Joe, Bear, Jeffry and Ringo)
[Posted in FML issue 4518]