Smoke
No, this has nothing to do with me picking up cigarettes again.
Smoke is a ferret who was abandoned at my store this weekend after his owner died. I don't know what he died from, but to be honest it's none of my business. Normally my response would be to get the family information as to where to drop the animal off, or even to take him there myself, but alas, I was not there at the time. On Sunday I met the little fella, which is a stretch since as ferrets go, he's pretty huge. This has to be one of the sweetest animals I have ever met. I'm sure he would have no trouble finding a home, but there's one problem.
Smoke was an only ferret, and this means he bonded particularly tightly with his former owner. Because of this, he's been getting more mopey and nervous day by day. His best buddy is gone, and he doesn't know where. It is because of this emotional frailty that this animal needs an owner who will commit to taking care of him forever.
My managers, in their incredibly finite wisdom, have chosen to place this animal on the sales floor to be handed off to the next yokel who comes through with a big enough wad of cash.
This I cannot allow, so today I plan on adopting Smoke (who's name will promptly be changed to Smokey) and adding him to the mob of abandonment residing at my apartment. This would have happened sooner, but I needed Heather to meet the little hairball rather than unilaterally deciding to adopt him. Here's hoping I can convince my general manager of the same...
Smoke is a ferret who was abandoned at my store this weekend after his owner died. I don't know what he died from, but to be honest it's none of my business. Normally my response would be to get the family information as to where to drop the animal off, or even to take him there myself, but alas, I was not there at the time. On Sunday I met the little fella, which is a stretch since as ferrets go, he's pretty huge. This has to be one of the sweetest animals I have ever met. I'm sure he would have no trouble finding a home, but there's one problem.
Smoke was an only ferret, and this means he bonded particularly tightly with his former owner. Because of this, he's been getting more mopey and nervous day by day. His best buddy is gone, and he doesn't know where. It is because of this emotional frailty that this animal needs an owner who will commit to taking care of him forever.
My managers, in their incredibly finite wisdom, have chosen to place this animal on the sales floor to be handed off to the next yokel who comes through with a big enough wad of cash.
This I cannot allow, so today I plan on adopting Smoke (who's name will promptly be changed to Smokey) and adding him to the mob of abandonment residing at my apartment. This would have happened sooner, but I needed Heather to meet the little hairball rather than unilaterally deciding to adopt him. Here's hoping I can convince my general manager of the same...