My blog sucks. I mean, it really really sucks. I have one reader, although I'm sure a few friends are lurkers, hoping to read me bashing them again. Might happen, might not. Either way, I've been doing a lot of blog reading, and finding many that are much more entertaining... Even some that are making money for their writers!! Hell, I'd like to be one of them.
First, I'd like to formally commit myself to less blogs about how crappy my real life is. That's probably the first place to start. We all know that a 26 year old living with friends who does nothing but work cannot possibly have that crappy(or great) a life. In fact, I'm sure my life would be considered mediocre at best. Average, possibly. Bad things happen to everyone. I need to get over it and move on.
Second, I'm also going to write less blogs about my pets. I have a few, I've had more than a few throughout my life, but I'm sure that no one really cares about them. Other than me of course. And my family.
Third... Well I need to figure out something to be number 3, and something important. Possibly a topic or direction to go with my blog. This was meant to get me writing more, but all I did was use it exactly as I would a journal... Write in it now and then, and forget about it the rest of the time.
I'd like to have more followers. A dozen would be nice... Hell, I'd be happy with 2!! I'm going to leave the crappy old posts and just move forward. Perhaps I will make some sort of plan, what I'll post on what days. Looking for 2 or 3 posts a week. Hopefully.
Finally, I'm going to close this awesomely short post with this... Hyperbole and a Half. It's a blog. It frigging rocks. Hillarious.... I enjoyed reading it so much that when I had caught up, I was sad. Like, throw myself off a building type sad.
Anyway, a link to the amazingness that is Allie's Hyperbole and a Half... and if she reads this, I hope she's flattered, and not at all creeped out, cuz one day I would like to kidnap her and store her in my closet for my amusement pleasure.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Ferret Troubles
As most of you know, I did not willingly enter into the world of ferrets. Maybe I should start at the very beginning. I've told(and argued) the story so many times that it's become a regular thing that I type. Here goes...
Felix is my first ferret. He's a sweetheart, a doll, and mentally handicapped. At this point, I am sure that he can never be replaced or duplicated. Felix is one of a kind.
July 23rd, 2008. My family dog, a 13 year old boxer cross that had been a member of my family since I was 13 passed away.
July 30th, 2008. My grandmother passed away due to terminal cancer.
August 6th, 2008. Buddy first saw a blur of white run across Cavan Street. Jacob, myself and Alex followed Buddy and eventually caught the creature. This would eventually become Felix.
Now, about Felix. He's disabled. Felix was bred by Marshall's ferretry, which is known for breeding ferrets of exotic colours. However, they do not selectively breed, but rather breed specifically for colour. That's how my Felix Felicis came to be.
First note. Felix is named Felix Felicis after the potion in Harry Potter. He is more lucky than anyone can ever know. The average ferret lives about 2 weeks after being released. However, my Felix is not an average ferret. He is severely affected by Waardenburg's syndrome. This is a genetic issue that shows up generally due to non-selective breeding. When ferrets are bred for a specific pattern(panda, dew, mitts, etc), they can end up with this condition. Normally it manifests as deafness in ferrets, as well as the markings that are desired. However the condition can result in a disformed skull, causing problems with not only hearing, but also eyes, general face shape, and jaw function. Felix has the worst possible conditions. Not only is he deaf, but also he seems mentally handicapped due to jaw deformities. How am I positive he has jaw deformities? Well, Felix cannot open his mouth wide enough to separate his canines. Beyond that, I don't care. Felix is my Fefe, and he is an amazing ferret. He's taught me so much about ferrets, his genetic issues, and adaptation that I could never have a ferret like him.
Once I owned Felix officially, I decided it was time to buy him a proper cage. Before this, he was housed in a spare guinea pig cage. He escaped from this on at least one occasion(though there is debate that I left him out). I bought him an FN 142. This, obviously, was far too large for one ferret. At the same time, I found out that ferrets did better in pairs, and started looking for a friend for Felix. I posted an advertisement on Kijiji.com, stating that I was looking for a ferret friend for Fefe.
Enter Sadie.
When I got Sadie, her name was Twister. She was not suited for such a name. She did not twist and turn, she did not dook. She did not even know how to be a ferret. The woman who gave me Sadie(stating that she did not get on with the other ferret in the home, and that she had been in the home less than a week) seemed to know nothing about this ferret. Sadie's upper canines were ruined and she was not affectionate at all. In fact, when handled, Sadie shivered near enough to shake out of her skin. She wanted nothing to do with anyone, and seemed mostly content to sleep, rather than interact with anyone... She didn't know how to be a ferret even. It took a while, loads of coaxing and treats before Sadie even knew that coming out of her cage wasn't a trick. But after a few weeks, my girlie knew we meant no harm, was attached to Felix, and accustomed to handling and life as a loved ferret.
But I'd decided to get a third ferret.... Why? Because my local humane society had an older ferret that needed a home... I wasn't sure what to do at the time, but decided to give it a chance and try my best to give the ferret a good home
Felix is my first ferret. He's a sweetheart, a doll, and mentally handicapped. At this point, I am sure that he can never be replaced or duplicated. Felix is one of a kind.
July 23rd, 2008. My family dog, a 13 year old boxer cross that had been a member of my family since I was 13 passed away.
July 30th, 2008. My grandmother passed away due to terminal cancer.
August 6th, 2008. Buddy first saw a blur of white run across Cavan Street. Jacob, myself and Alex followed Buddy and eventually caught the creature. This would eventually become Felix.
Now, about Felix. He's disabled. Felix was bred by Marshall's ferretry, which is known for breeding ferrets of exotic colours. However, they do not selectively breed, but rather breed specifically for colour. That's how my Felix Felicis came to be.
First note. Felix is named Felix Felicis after the potion in Harry Potter. He is more lucky than anyone can ever know. The average ferret lives about 2 weeks after being released. However, my Felix is not an average ferret. He is severely affected by Waardenburg's syndrome. This is a genetic issue that shows up generally due to non-selective breeding. When ferrets are bred for a specific pattern(panda, dew, mitts, etc), they can end up with this condition. Normally it manifests as deafness in ferrets, as well as the markings that are desired. However the condition can result in a disformed skull, causing problems with not only hearing, but also eyes, general face shape, and jaw function. Felix has the worst possible conditions. Not only is he deaf, but also he seems mentally handicapped due to jaw deformities. How am I positive he has jaw deformities? Well, Felix cannot open his mouth wide enough to separate his canines. Beyond that, I don't care. Felix is my Fefe, and he is an amazing ferret. He's taught me so much about ferrets, his genetic issues, and adaptation that I could never have a ferret like him.
Once I owned Felix officially, I decided it was time to buy him a proper cage. Before this, he was housed in a spare guinea pig cage. He escaped from this on at least one occasion(though there is debate that I left him out). I bought him an FN 142. This, obviously, was far too large for one ferret. At the same time, I found out that ferrets did better in pairs, and started looking for a friend for Felix. I posted an advertisement on Kijiji.com, stating that I was looking for a ferret friend for Fefe.
Enter Sadie.
When I got Sadie, her name was Twister. She was not suited for such a name. She did not twist and turn, she did not dook. She did not even know how to be a ferret. The woman who gave me Sadie(stating that she did not get on with the other ferret in the home, and that she had been in the home less than a week) seemed to know nothing about this ferret. Sadie's upper canines were ruined and she was not affectionate at all. In fact, when handled, Sadie shivered near enough to shake out of her skin. She wanted nothing to do with anyone, and seemed mostly content to sleep, rather than interact with anyone... She didn't know how to be a ferret even. It took a while, loads of coaxing and treats before Sadie even knew that coming out of her cage wasn't a trick. But after a few weeks, my girlie knew we meant no harm, was attached to Felix, and accustomed to handling and life as a loved ferret.
But I'd decided to get a third ferret.... Why? Because my local humane society had an older ferret that needed a home... I wasn't sure what to do at the time, but decided to give it a chance and try my best to give the ferret a good home
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