by Stephanie Sanders

Created on: February 26, 2007   Last Updated: October 31, 2008

Where does one begin to describe the journey I've had since bringing ferrets into my life? Well, I can tell you, mine started with pestering. My now husband and I were living in a townhouse in New Hampshire for some time when I confessed to him that I really wanted a pet. I knew it couldn't be a dog because the landlord wouldn't allow them. I knew it couldn't be a cat because my husband is allergic to them. I knew I wanted something that would interact with me. Play with me. Goldfish were just not going to cut it.

Well, after a lengthy discussion, he agreed that we could bring home a ferret. But only with the understanding that I would be the main caregiver. I would feed and water it. I would clean up the poop. I would be the one to bathe it. I calmly explained that I was prepared for all of that and he didn't have to be involved in the least if he didn't want to be. Off to Petco we went...
Ladies and gentlemen, I now introduce to you the next character of the story, Ramsey. Once we let him loose, he made himself right at home and put himself to work in showing us how to ferret proof the house. He made sure to find every crevass and hole and dust bunny in the place. I was in love. Before I knew it, my husband and Ramsey were regular old buddies. I'd take Ramsey out of his cage and he would wiggle and twist until I let him go and he would run right to my husband who would reward him with kisses and belly tickles. As happy as I was to finally have a fuzzy one in my life, he was definitely showing favoritism to someone that wasn't me.
I found out not too long afterward that my husband fell in love with the ferret idea. He expressed this one day when I came home from work to find him on the floor playing with Ramsey. I smiled as I walked past him to go to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. As I turned the corner, I almost jumped out of my shoes! In a huddled ball on the floor is this little white/gray "thing" with two beady black eyes watching me. May I introduce Dook. My "anniversary" present! I was simply overjoyed to see this little guy! I instantly dropped to the floor and smothered him in kisses. I thought to myself, "This is the one who's gonna love me!" Well, I was kind of right.
At the time, my husband's brother was also staying with us. For some reason, Dook took to him like sweetness to honey. Always running around him, licking his ankles, crawling up chairs to sniff him. If I brought out the treats, they'd both come running as if I were Santa Ferret,

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