or should it be rescuer...
we went off to do the weekly groceries this morning, not very exciting and as we walked into the car park a woman says theres a ferret over by the wall....hubs dumps the trolley to me and walks up to it [ talking to it like he does his dogs !] and calmly picks him up. He is really tame and he proudly walked him back to our car offering pats to the kids [who were, lets say, were a bit aprehensive, and their dads!! ]
we had nothing to carry him home in so put him in the car. we didnt even get out of the car park and he shot under my seat between my feet giving me a helluva fright...we stopped and gave him a dog bone to keep him amused...however he stashed that and kept roaming the car....it was the longest 3 minutes home lol....
now hes happily ensconsed next to some lady ferrets after having a huge drink [poor bugger, its hot here and there was no water to be found in the car park] and something to eat.
it reminds of luc at about 10. i got this phone call one day from the rspca to say there were some ferrets that needed rescuing. unbeknown to me she had rung up and put her name down to be a ferret rescuer....4 came home the next weekend....
thats my girl [and hubby] :)
