Just last weekend, a friend from the north and a friend from the south decided to meet, choosing our hometown as their destination.
That may not sound newsworthy, but when you live in the northern corner of the least populated state in the country, things can be a little quiet. So it goes without saying that when I learned they would be in town, the decision to crash their party was an easy one to make.
We met on Church Street, and after a bit of sniffing and wags it was time for the obligatory group shot.
And just like that they were gone, Sophie headed north of the border, Norwood to our south, us feeling a little lonely in their absence. With our collective busy schedules there is no telling when we’ll have the chance to meet again – in truth it could be years.
But we’ll always have the ferrets…