Claire’s so tiny that a regular ferret leash won’t fit her. She slips right out of the one we have for Riot and Bucky, so Mr. A went back to the pet store and got her a guinea pig harness. It looks like a wee sweater, with a bell and an elastic leash attached.
Generally our ferrets on leashes are kind of useless. It’s either like walking a water balloon (Bucky) or a seriously disobedient puppy hopped up on coke (Riot) and either way, you go where they want to go and not the other way round. Claire, however, is pretty good on the leash; a gentle tug and she’ll follow along. Either her previous owners trained her on it or it’s just her generally sweet (not to say stoned) nature to do what we want.
Until I put her down in the snow. OH HELL NO. Her tail puffed up to the size of a small tree and she turned tail and fled back up the stairs right to our door and scratched to get in:
I think the next walk outside will be this spring.