by Stephanie Gibson
It is painful to write this, but I feel I should.
We had 3 ferrets, Cookie, Candy and Frosty. Frosty was an albino, the others were minks.
Frosty got into EVERYTHING! Unfortunately, I opened the dishwasher one morning (2 Easter morning ago) to empty it and Frosty was stretch out dead on the top rack.
My husband and I were mortified! We made the decision to wait until after church to tell the children (we have 5) and we decided to tell them we found him dead that morning because the dishwasher thing just seemed too traumatic.
Every time I empty that dishwasher I am reminded of that awful day!
We now have Cookie, Candy and we added someone’s unwanted ferret, Taz a few months ago. He looks just like Frosty, we can’t keep from accidentally calling him that. He has brought us much joy!
Yesterday we took on yet another unwanted ferret. Can you imagine a ferret being unwanted? Being in a cage 24/7 with no attention? That baffles me!
Please, beware of the dishwasher.