Flower

Flower has grown to become the absolute joy of my life. She is the sweetest little girl; all 1.7 pounds of her. She comes to her name, rolls over for raisins, and lies at my feet (usually on her back with her feet sticking straight up) when I do the dishes. She sometimes gets on Chester's nerves, but if he refuses to play, she goes off to find other adventures. She once played guest to Sarge, the German shepherd, for a weekend, and can be seen here sharing the water dish with him. She loves to travel, and loves to meet new people. If there were the perfect ambassador for all of ferretdom, Flower would be it.