If you read my first entry here you know where my loyalties are. If you have any clue what's been going on in ferret-y circles, you know that Weezle Wings Ferret Sanctuary is facing serious problems. The wrong person was trusted and that person took full advantage of that trust, absconding with money, supplies, and severely damaging Susie's self-confidence. That person caused further damage by misrepresenting some of the spending to a third party (who, for the life of me I can't figure out is even involved) and made Susie look like she'd been playing fast and loose with 'ferret money'. It gets worse; it looks like that third party has been accepting donations on behalf of WWFS and has been using them for her own shelter. At least that's what one has to assume. Donations for Weezle Wings Ferret Sanctuary were sent to her and she welcomed them, but the money never made it to Weezle Wings.
To compound things some bonehead posted this to the Ferret Mailing List:
Please Please People, if you are wanting to donate to Ferret Shelters
and Sanctuarys or wanting to run raffles or Auctions for them Please
just check the shelters out on www.supportourshelters.org with in short
is called S.O.S.
We have alot of people that have gotten screwed by someone perfeesing
to be a Ferret Sanctuary and these little ferrets are the ones that
have to suffer not the person getting the money .
Remember that all misspellings are said bonehead's and not mine.
The problem with S.O.S. is that it's run by people who have biases. They don't support all shelters or sanctuaries equally, and won't support some at all.
As for me, well, I've heard the way Susie Riddle talks about her ferrets. That's right, I called them her ferrets. They ARE her ferrets from the first day they come to her for care. She doesn't claim to be a shelter and isn't looking to place any of the fuzzies in her care. I doubt she'd place one with someone else if she had the chance. Susie's mantra is "as long as no ferrets get hurt because of this". Whether she's being maligned, lied about, or just the topic of stupid and pointless gossip, Susie isn't the one causing any of it. She prefers to mind her business and her ferrets. She repeatedly turns the other cheek so she can mind her own business.
If you ask me, more people should take lessons from Susie Riddle.
My business.
Katy, Tucker and Bug.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
So what makes me think I should have my own blog?
Absolutely nothing. I don't see myself as anything special. Sure, I can be funny, and I can cook and bake. I also sew, make beaded jewelry, and sometimes I even garden. A domestic goddess I am not, though, I assure you all.
As of this writing I'm 49 years old. I've been married since 1994 to a pretty decent sort of guy, and he seems to think I'm pretty all right because every time he goes out for a gallon of milk (he doesn't smoke) he always comes back. We've had at least one Great Dane in our lives almost since we got married. Right now we have two, both rescues, and both about 6 or 7. It's hard to tell with rescues. In December of 2009 we brought a slightly-used male ferret into our lives. After a few days of trying to figure out a name for him we settled on Bug because he was a cute as a bug in a rug. I know, groan, right? He's a sweetie, though and we call him our little Cuddle Bug.
In August of 2010 we brought a friend into the household for Bug, hoping to correct what we saw as behavioral problems. Bug was getting nippy, especially with our ankles. I searched through local ads, craigslist, petfinder.com and settled on taking a look at a little sable girl who was on the NW side of Oklahoma City. (We live about 2.5 hours south of OKC.) Again it was love at first sight and Bug really took to Katy (named after Katy Perry, but we pretend her name is "Katydid" to go along with the "bug" theme).
A month later we brought a pathetic kit home from the local PETCO. He'd been beaten, chewed on, and pretty much bullied by the other ferrets. His coat was dull and lifeless, there was a scuff on his left eye. He looked terrible and he seemed a little... slow. We named him Tucker. At his initial wellness check the vet told us he had a heart murmur and that often other defects would tag along with things like that. We nicknamed him our "Special Needs Ferret" and he occasionally proves that we were right. When he stayed with Katy in the "condo" I had to rig up a net so he wouldn't tumble to the ground floor. When all the ferrets learned how to all get along we got a Ferret Nation cage. They've got four beds available, yet they always congregate in the hammock (which I have to reproduce regularly because Tucker chews on the sides).
Anyway, we've got a household of two adults, two geriatric Great Danes, and three ferrets. What makes me think I should have my own blog? Absolutely nothing. But I made the mistake of letting Susie Riddle, Weezle Winger extraordinaire, read something I'd written in my Live Journal about a medical procedure I'd had and she said she wanted me to have a blog for Weezle Wings Ferret Sanctuary. Pfft.
As of this writing I'm 49 years old. I've been married since 1994 to a pretty decent sort of guy, and he seems to think I'm pretty all right because every time he goes out for a gallon of milk (he doesn't smoke) he always comes back. We've had at least one Great Dane in our lives almost since we got married. Right now we have two, both rescues, and both about 6 or 7. It's hard to tell with rescues. In December of 2009 we brought a slightly-used male ferret into our lives. After a few days of trying to figure out a name for him we settled on Bug because he was a cute as a bug in a rug. I know, groan, right? He's a sweetie, though and we call him our little Cuddle Bug.
In August of 2010 we brought a friend into the household for Bug, hoping to correct what we saw as behavioral problems. Bug was getting nippy, especially with our ankles. I searched through local ads, craigslist, petfinder.com and settled on taking a look at a little sable girl who was on the NW side of Oklahoma City. (We live about 2.5 hours south of OKC.) Again it was love at first sight and Bug really took to Katy (named after Katy Perry, but we pretend her name is "Katydid" to go along with the "bug" theme).
A month later we brought a pathetic kit home from the local PETCO. He'd been beaten, chewed on, and pretty much bullied by the other ferrets. His coat was dull and lifeless, there was a scuff on his left eye. He looked terrible and he seemed a little... slow. We named him Tucker. At his initial wellness check the vet told us he had a heart murmur and that often other defects would tag along with things like that. We nicknamed him our "Special Needs Ferret" and he occasionally proves that we were right. When he stayed with Katy in the "condo" I had to rig up a net so he wouldn't tumble to the ground floor. When all the ferrets learned how to all get along we got a Ferret Nation cage. They've got four beds available, yet they always congregate in the hammock (which I have to reproduce regularly because Tucker chews on the sides).
Anyway, we've got a household of two adults, two geriatric Great Danes, and three ferrets. What makes me think I should have my own blog? Absolutely nothing. But I made the mistake of letting Susie Riddle, Weezle Winger extraordinaire, read something I'd written in my Live Journal about a medical procedure I'd had and she said she wanted me to have a blog for Weezle Wings Ferret Sanctuary. Pfft.
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