The one and only day I decide to try and take pictures with the oh so fidgety Marley of mine, is the day that I am bombarded with car drivers, school students and pet owners asking me about my ferret and how on earth I was to possess a Marley of my own. Amazingly enough, in the span of thirty or so minutes, the same people who drove and walked past had come back around to eagerly ask about the fluffly cuteness I had walking around me. Yes, he’s a ferret. His name is Marley and he’s the most handsome fella I ever did see with my own eyes. He’s spoilt and he loves it. Say hi to my favourite little boy in the world.
Along with my short little walk of poses, Marley wasn’t the only one gaining compliments. Let me clarify that the dress I’m wearing is made from fabric that is sold at my work and eventually I figured out some sort of use for it. However, I’m completely happy with the length that it is because I was expecting the pattern to give me allowances… which obviously it didn’t. But I suppose I had to make do and it seems to fit alright, despite the highly uncomfortable length i have accidentally given it. The pattern and trimming seems to be more forgiving.
