Ferrets, ferrets everywhere, and not a drop of calm!

Dallas on the attack
The poor thing is completely neurotic. The first night he attacked my shoes (we’re not talking play biting, we’re talking trying to get down to the meat) and everything else in sight. He kept at it for hours, too. Even the toys I tried to get him to play with were viciously chomped. I had to handle him with a leather glove for a while until he stopped chomping on the hand that was holding him.
I think we’re making some headway, though. He has learned the delight of Ferretone, and with many small treats, he is starting to look at humans differently. It is heart-breaking, though, to see him flinch if he sees my hand in the air.

Dallas attacks the tube
I’m not saying the previous owners were horrible people. A very human reaction to being bitten is to swat at the animal. Things escalate, people smack harder, then they got a dog that wanted to eat the ferret, and so they just left him in the cage. He was being fed Walmart food, and way too much backbone was showing when he came in. He’s been eating and eating and eating since he arrived. I love how most ferrets will recognize good food and chow down. He is already plumping up a bit.
I am hoping to be able to bathe him by the weekend … wish me luck!