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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2011 10:45:42 GMT -5
So I'm sitting here on the computer reading through the forum when I hear noise coming from the garage. I knew I had left the garage door open and was a little bit weirded out with hearing what sounded like rummaging through my garage. So I get up and open the door and there is Raphael digging around in a bucket!  I have no idea how he got out and the worst part is I'm the only one here so it must have been me. This concerns me because I routinely look for them when I'm opening the back door.  He got out last week too. I happened to look out the back window and I see him war dancing at the bottom of one of the fence posts with one of my cats sitting on the top. Gave me a heart attack. As I'm writing this I'm wondering if he didn't push the screen door open. The inside handle broke so the door doesn't latch tight. It's a heavy vinyl door and the only one who pushes it open is my Australian Shepherd. Still, Raphael is three pounds now and determined....the wooden door is usually closed but maybe I didn't close it all the way. Well I guess the husband will be fixing that handle ASAP! Once they learn something they never forget it. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2011 10:50:21 GMT -5
Sounds like you have am escape artist on your hands.
I've had two escape scares with Pixie. Once we found her in the neighbors yard a couple hours later. The other time, she was missing for close to 3 days. She was about a block away and they saw my posters and reward and returned her. After that (now a year later) we have made drasti changes in the way we open and close doors. The ferrets are never allowed out unless someone is within a couple feet of the front door. If they are in the ferret room, I lock the back door so no one can come in and leave it open. No escapes since.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2011 12:33:50 GMT -5
They're opportunists, without forethought...Glad that the little one's back where he belongs!
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Post by taratee on Mar 17, 2011 13:08:50 GMT -5
we dont go to the outside when the ferrets are out id rather just not risk it
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Post by Heather on Mar 17, 2011 18:56:58 GMT -5
Oh, my....an escape artist, it does indeed sound like he's learned how to open the door. I fear them most of all. Once the brats figure a way out, they're always at it. It's like Napoleon taught Yuri how to open the drawers in the bathroom. Yuri has now figured out that you can open all the cupboards in the same manner. They're not stupid our little ones, unfortunately they know no fear either except in the moment and their sense of getting back home is not the greatest  ciao |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2011 18:59:55 GMT -5
Yeah, once they figure out a door = freedom, they NEVER stop. The moment Pixie hears the door open, she will drop whatever she's doing and rush over to beg to go outside with me. She is so quick it's not even funny. Trixie is interested, but not like Pixie is. They are extremely intelligent and don't seem to forget easily.  |
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Post by Sherry on Mar 17, 2011 19:29:03 GMT -5
And ultimately, they teach the others  |
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Post by crashbandicoot on Mar 17, 2011 19:35:10 GMT -5
Lucky you caught him before he was able to slip under the fence !! Both mine have had a neighbourhood adventure each. Turbo went missing for the entire night and (thank god!!) ended up a block over at home with other ferrets. Just yesterday Crash went for an adventure while i was at Uni, and after letting all the neighbours know he was out, he was found in someones shower of all places. I have no idea how he ended up in there?! Such a relief to have them back after they go walkabouts, and now areas have been completely ferret proof, you definitely learn from those experiences !!  |
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Post by Heather on Mar 17, 2011 19:59:28 GMT -5
It's amazing that you got your little adventurers back. As far as your little one showing up in someone's shower it reminds me of my next door neighbour who found a cat sitting in his living room enjoying his fireplace. He didn't have a cat ;D ;D. The only thing we can think of is he didn't have a pet so when he walked into his house the cat just slipped in under his feet. People who don't have pets don't look down or even notice things around their feet, unlike those of us who have little fuzzies who are always trying to go places. I've been reasonably lucky, other than little Sprite who slipped out when the dog came in one day, I've not had any escapees. I just happened to see something out of the corner of my eye as I was shutting the door and it was my little one war dancing in the snow. She war danced herself off a drift and disappeared in a puff of snow. That allowed me to run out (barefoot I might add) and grab her before she figured out how to get out of the hole she dropped into. She almost gave me a heart attack.
Odin was a major escape artist. We now believe that may be why he was found at the Dairy Queen rummaging around in the dumpster licking all the ice cream that had been dumped back there. Originally they thought he had been dumped there. I know from him living here, he's a terrible dumpster diver, especially if there is ice cream in the bin. At his previous home, he scratched his way through the pet screening in the bathroom on the second floor of her townhouse. He dropped out of the window, into some bushes (lucky little poop) and was rescued by a couple of little boys from a rotty that was going to eat him for dinner. It as after this episode that his person decided she couldn't look after him and surrendered him to me. All what was needed to cure his wanderlust (and yes I meant lust) was to alter him and he's never tried to escape again.
ciao
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2011 21:56:41 GMT -5
Holy cow! It is amazing that we even get them back. Especially with some of these stories! It's amazing how horrifying and yet funny they are at the same time. And they not only teach each other but mine have taught the dogs as well how to open the one cupboard door. Yesterday I came home to a floor full of spilled sugar. My own fault for not moving it somewhere else since they had pulled the container out several times before. It never spilled though until last night. And I know it's not the ferrets because they were locked in their cage when it happened. Tomorrow the door handle gets fixed and hopefully that takes care of that problem. You know the worst part about it is they aren't even phased by what happened. They just bounce from one thing to another,happy, happy, happy. |
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Post by darlene on Mar 18, 2011 0:50:40 GMT -5
What a little escape artist,so glad he stayed home.
The first ferret in our house, Nike (back in 2000,she was my daughters,then mine) escaped about 6 mths after we got her. She had been outside quite a bit with my daughter. One night my daughter comes running up from her bedroom,saying she couldn't find Nike.
We searched the house everywhere and could not find her. Then we started to panic,it was about 9 at night,dark and chilly. I decided to go look outside,I noticed the door was not closed properly,it wasn't noticably open. I went outside and checked but couldn't find her.
We were all upset,and trying to figure out were she could be. Hubby went to check outside again,he decided to check under the doghouse. Nike liked to crawl under there,he put his arm under and all of a sudden she scurried up his arm. I'm sure you can imagine our relief and happiness when hubby came downstairs with Nike. Nike was pretty relieved to be back inside too.
We realized she had jumped up and over the barrier to get upstairs. Also someone had let one of the cats out and didn't make sure the door 'clicked'shut. Lesson was definately learned.
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