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.