Last night Danielle told me the tragic tale of the ferret who died for love of him. He looked after her for a friend who lived two doors down, and tamed her, and then brought her back when the friend got home from holidays. That night she escaped and tried to make her way back to him, but got run over and killed... all for love. Sob!
We just walked past a new pet shop in the Arcade in Bray, in the window there's all sort of wonder, an iguana, a snake and a beautiful albino peach ferret.
Inside the shop is run, as is proper, by two endearingly long haired, bearded, freshfaced rockers. We wandered around, the kids and Axel went upstairs to look at the giant rabbit etc and I stayed to coo at the ferret. The incredibly friendly (excuse me, dirty thirties alert) incredibly attractive, fresh faced shop owner who has wonderful thick long prematurely grey hair and an absolutely magic long wizardly white chinny beard and the nicest voice and face and manner,and mesmerising piercings - seriously, I suggest you all cultivate an interest in exotic pets and go check him out asap, I could hardly have been more attracted to the little sweetheart had he taken off his shirt and shown me his tattoos - told me in gooey tones that ferrets were wonderful and he has five at home. I bit back the joke about trousers *that jumped to mind and told him Danielle's tragic tale, which made him awfully sad, and he took out the ferret and cuddled him, and let me cuddle him (his ferret, not him) and warned me about how they like to nibble on your ear or neck, in tones that told me exactly how sweet he found it :)
* scroll down the page, you'll see it
So now I'm in love with a ferret, they're like little sweetie mini bears. And also the ferret owner.
God. I wish I could reproduce myself into a hot single twenty five year old and go out and make mayhem while 33 year old me stayed home and did sensible stuff.
7 comments:
Shit I wished I lived near you. I would completely fake an interest in animals. My brother has three ferrets and is completely in love with them. I suppose there must be something to it then.
Ah, they're bright and sweet and funny and friendly and inquisitive.
They poop too big for my liking though. Don't want to clean up ANY more shit...
Yeah. Unless something shits either (a) in the toilet all by him or herself, or (b) gold, I do not need it.
Now as to the pet shop owner...
Well, I would assume he is toilet trained.
He looked very well turned out :) Their site says they have facebook but I can't find it. As soon as I do I'll be posting a pic!
hehe*
glad you had a fun day..ferrets are so cool..and indeed complex personaleties..and they love..really LOVE..hammocks..actually there are extra made hammocks for ferrets...cool eh?
and i m glad you told the story about the poor ferret which died for true love..sigh*..and yes they really nibble on earlobes..:-)
I agree with the poop thing. They can be litterbox trained, but their poops aren't small and vegatable matter, organic smelling like bunnies. I love animals but have never had a need to adopt a ferrett, too slinky. Love your writing on them though. Thanks for the giggle.
:)
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