My name is Paul, my interest in ferrets started early one Saturday morning on my way to work, when I picked a elderly stray hob, the brown bomber. I then became addicted to keeping ferrets. My dad Harry was also very fond of the animals.
When my dad went into a nursing home, I would take one of the ferrets to visit him on occasions, the staff did not mind, and some would make a fuss of the ferret.
I have kept ferrets from the early 1980’s and have had few regrets and a great deal of enjoyment. I am seen here holding a fat well and fed Susie.
When my dad went into a nursing home, I would take one of the ferrets to visit him on occasions, the staff did not mind, and some would make a fuss of the ferret.
I have kept ferrets from the early 1980’s and have had few regrets and a great deal of enjoyment. I am seen here holding a fat well and fed Susie.
The ferret keeper.
