my ferret is the shit. let me explain.

i brought axle (formerly known as dr. zaius the intergalactic �ber-ferret) down to vegas to keep roach company until i move down. and kept her company he has. apparently, in addition to a ludicrous growth spurt, my dear axle has begun his adolescent rebellion stage. example: i bought him a totally rad hot pink collar with a bell on it so during his assorted rampages throughout our apartment we would know his general location. i think it rules. he, on the other hand, is not a big fan of said collar. according to roach, the other night he was acting up and being kind of a dick. so, in accordance with standard disciplinary procedure, she gently repremanded him and put him in his cage. once confined, he stared at her children of the corn style for a good 15 minutes. then, retired to the top level of his cage and proceeded to thrash violently in a successfull attempt to rid his ferretage of collarage. he then, in a bea-arthur-utiful display of civil discobedience, drug his collar to the bottom level of his cage, into the dead center of it, and promptly took a big steaming shit right on it. he then sat proudly next to it and stared at roach as she stared back.

fucking a, yo.

rock the parcel.

uh huh.

word.