Land of the Ferret Leggers

OrangeMoJoJo's blog will be quiet for a spell as we'll be out tramping the moors of Yorkshire in search of the King of the Ferret Leggers. Who better to toast Umberto with?

Lord I miss you, you stinky weasel!!

It's no secret you were my favorite ferret - the best I've ever met. I'm so thankful you went peacefully, in the care of your grandbipeds, who adored you as much as I did.


Orange Girl said...

Oooooo - have fun on them there moors! I lived in Yorkshire (Bradford - yikes!) for a couple of years - very picturesque (well, not Bradford itself ...)

Rev Transit said...

C'mon, now. You've been back about 5 days now. Surely you have some charming anecdote about your trip.

Sorry about your having to pick Shannon's nose for him, now. That must be kind of gross. But that's what marriage is, an endless series of sacrifices, punctuated by loud griping. Or so I imagine. Well, that's life with Minnie, anyway...