I took Bruna on a (rare) walk today. She was very nervous, and eventually shat all over her bag (and me). While I was dealing with this she slipped out of her lead and disappeared. She is tiny, and I really had no hope of seeing her ever again. I went home and did notices to put through doors near where she disappeared, delivered them and then started thinking of life without her. Around 11pm I had the thought to look in my garage, where she has sometimes gone after climbing over my garden wall, but it really was a hopeless gesture I thought. But - there she was! I could hardly believe it, as she had to find her way back over about half a mile, on a route we have not done more than a few times ever. I feel like one lucky ferret Mum tonight. Yay!