DireWolf

January 16, 2002-August 4, 2004

After many weeks/months of trying to find my hubby a silver for Christmas, with no luck, we gave up the search. Christmas came and went, and no silver for the hubby. When we first started with ferrets, thats all he ever really wanted, but was totally happy with what we already had. Well, on January 16th, 2002, we got a phone call from the owner of a Pet Store. She had just got a shipment of ferrets in, and there was 4 silvers in the mix. So, me and the in law load up and go on the 160 mile round trip. We get there, and this store is FILTHY! They had 25 baby ferrets in a 50 gallon fish tank!!! ARRRRRG! The puppies were kept in cages to small for them, and the place just stunk! Anyways, never go to Diamond Pets in Parkersburg WV if your in the area. On to the story before i start ranting... There was only two silvers left by time we were there. Both Boys...oh no, hubby wanted a girl. In the back of my head i can hear him saying *just get the one with the most silver*. So, i pick up the two silver mitted boys, and one is just oh so sweet and loveable, the other...ferret from Hell! This little guy broke my skin, and drew blood three times before i even made my dicision. *get the one with the most silver* So, who did i come home with? Sweetie, or Hell-Hound? Well, naturally i came home with *the one with the most silver*....Hell-Hound! LOL. Anyways, DireWolf has since been broke of his bad biting habit, and will now only nip at your feet. He will still bite a little to hard from time to time, but, we're working on that. He is no longer the evil ferret from hell. Like i told the lady at the petstore, all he needs is a little love, and alot of patience. And, that's what i have givin him every day since he's been here. Some of Dire's favorite things to do are, go piggy back riding on the other ferrets, bark at the other ferrets when there trying to eat *his* duck soup, and nip at feet. I do not regret my decision in bringing him home. Actually, if anything, i am happy that i did. It was a good learning lesson to me, on how to train ferrets not to bite as hard. And if he would've went to someone else, would they have had the patience to train him? Well, believe me, i have plenty of patience, and the battle scars to prove it hahahaha. I'm glad you're here lil Wolfie, i look forward to watching you grow and learn.

On the morning of August the 4th of 2004, the lady who lived below us in our apartment building caught fire. Unfortanantly, Wolfie was one of those to perish. The firemen were able to save the bodies of all 7 that had passed in the flames. Only one survived, that is RubyClaire. Wolfie will always hold a special place in my heart. At first, I didn't think there was going to be any luck in breaking him out of biting. But, in the end, he was a totally loveable little fella. He was my little snaggle tooth, my little Wolfie, and I will miss him so.

 

In the timbers of Fennario the wolves are running round. The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet neath the ground. Don't murder me, I beg of you don't murder me. Please , don't murder me. I sat down to my supper , T'was a bottle of red whiskey.
I said my prayers and went to bed, That's the last they saw of me. Don't murder me, I beg of you don't murder me. Please , don't murder me. When I awoke, the Dire Wolf, Six hundred pounds of sin, Was grinnin at my window, All I said was come on in.
Don't murder me, I beg of you don't murder me. Please , don't murder me. The wolf came in, I got my cards, We sat down for a game,I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades, but the cards were all the same. Don't murder me, I beg of you don't murder me. Please , don't murder me. In the backwash of Fennario, The black and bloody mire, The Dire Wolf collects his due, while the boys sing round the fire. Don't murder me, I beg of you don't murder me. Please , don't murder me. Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia.