<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323</id><updated>2012-01-31T19:11:34.030-08:00</updated><category term='bath'/><category term='kitten'/><category term='funny'/><category term='baby'/><category term='small'/><category term='interviews'/><category term='rants'/><category term='fox'/><category term='stories'/><category term='cat'/><category term='dog'/><category term='cute'/><category term='training'/><title type='text'>Fennec Foxes &amp; Friends</title><subtitle type='html'>Check out our website http://www.fennecfoxes.webs.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-485141949202272796</id><published>2012-01-30T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T18:15:11.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Foxy Beach Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; " &gt;Hey guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;So I know it's been a while since I posted but I was going through old pictures and just wanted to share some of my foxy at the beach. These were taken a few years ago, and figured you guys might like them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bZlWZVOI20/TydOmZwow_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/vXvXO3sT4hA/s320/WesPic0318.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703613874744902642" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRvKOdD_d7s/TydOA1GkuDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZowJrDfAm2s/s320/WesPic0310.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703613229249640498" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0h2KFRwmYs/TydNvmzoDOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FBwZhc8HmxE/s320/WesPic0292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703612933354294498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-485141949202272796?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/485141949202272796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/old-foxy-beach-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/485141949202272796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/485141949202272796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2012/01/old-foxy-beach-pictures.html' title='Old Foxy Beach Pictures'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bZlWZVOI20/TydOmZwow_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/vXvXO3sT4hA/s72-c/WesPic0318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-4038059683192779697</id><published>2011-10-25T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T12:53:17.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><title type='text'>*Random Update*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Random update on my dog Kira, cat Alias, and the kitten Tiger my friends and I rescued from Universal Studios;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All are doing well, Tiger got super fluffy. My friend Mike loves him and spoils him a little too much. He is now so fluffy though that he drives my allergies nuts when I visit (I'm only allergic to normal kitties). My fat Bengal kitty Alias is still doing great and is happy/healthy. And my dog Kira is still doing great. Mystery pet is doing great also and loves the dog and cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a cute picture of the two kitties having a kitty playdate;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EpVfV3kPBiI/TqcTA-n7zYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/d3dQTE82DUY/s320/photo.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667519563600481666" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kira (the rescue dog who is a American Blue Heeler Mix), is doing really well. She is finally eating regular dog food and not being spoiled and only eating wet dog food. She loves the dog park as well as my other pets. Even Alias the kitty likes to walk on a leash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-4038059683192779697?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4038059683192779697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/4038059683192779697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/4038059683192779697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-update.html' title='*Random Update*'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EpVfV3kPBiI/TqcTA-n7zYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/d3dQTE82DUY/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-7122143950447645026</id><published>2011-10-25T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T12:33:58.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Tweets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lPmgmeRd7nA/TqcO3MH1SqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pb37p3-QFvw/s1600/07_puppy_tweets_011110.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lPmgmeRd7nA/TqcO3MH1SqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pb37p3-QFvw/s320/07_puppy_tweets_011110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667514997378730658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hey everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Okay so after the fiasco of getting scammed, I finally got a real pet that I can love.I am not going into details of what type of animal/names/etc. because there are constantly people trying to use my animals against me, so I have to keep it on the down-low. However, I can tell you the cute things my pet does and post the adorable stories on here. It will just be stories about the mystery pet (you can assume what type of pet haha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; What's more, I bought an adorable thing called 'Puppy Tweets' from Thinkgeek.com and I wanted to share it. Based on a pet's movement, it automatically uploads tweets to your Twitter based on what the pet is doing (running, sleeping, jumping, etc.), so keep an eye out on our twitter for adorable and funny status updates. I plan on taking them to the dog park and all, and you all will know when I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ev_HR-h5VA0/TqcPE-6tNtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LgzJVOoGetQ/s320/d5db_puppy_tweets_inuse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667515234352182994" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hate to be all mysterious like this, but unfortunately there are some not-so-nice-people in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Enjoy the 'Puppy Tweets' item, it seems like it will rock and I will be setting it up tonight later when I get home from classes. And I really want to clarify I love all my animals to pieces and anyone who knows me will tell you that. I hate it when people assume they know what they are talking about because of hearsay. I wish people would be more honest, open, and up front about things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That's how I am, it's just no one has actually asked me about anything that has happened so far. It's a shame really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-7122143950447645026?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7122143950447645026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/puppy-tweets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/7122143950447645026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/7122143950447645026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2011/10/puppy-tweets.html' title='Puppy Tweets!'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lPmgmeRd7nA/TqcO3MH1SqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pb37p3-QFvw/s72-c/07_puppy_tweets_011110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-5417398389291959870</id><published>2011-08-29T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:22:11.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Corsac Fox Fiasco</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Elina Darling, whose blog is here; &lt;a href="http://theflashmans.blogspot.com/2011/04/introducing-valentina-valla-corsac-fox.html"&gt;http://theflashmans.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, contacted me, saying there were a rare species of foxes I had wanted to adopt for sale in a local pet shop, Corsac Foxes, and she asked me if I wanted to adopt them. Our verbal agreement was that she would pick up the male/female Corsac Fox pair for me and drop them off at the airport.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;However, the foxes turned out not to be tame, so she told me she had a breeder who also runs a zoo who she would be getting kits from in the spring time. This is the guy she was supposed to get multiple kits from. I said I would love having kits, and I would wait until her contact's foxes had babies. However, there were complications and no babies survived.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;So she found a broker who was questionable but he supposedly had two foxes, male and female, available. Well she found out that he fixed the females, because he didn't want anyone else to breed them. But her contact was supposed to have more baby foxes born, so we would switch the fixed female for an intact female so I would have a breeding pair of babies. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;So I paid her $3,805 dollars, $3845 once the bank charged fees for the wire transfer, and she picked up the pair of foxes from the broker. However, the female was supposedly killed by the male, and I have never seen any evidence of this. Elina and her husband Andrew C. Griffin (who I sent the money to via bank transfer) both said they would 'gift' me kits for 'my loss' the following year when more were born. [All of this is in the messages I have saved between her and I]. If any of you want the messages her and I exchanged, contact me at &lt;i&gt;fennecfoxes.webs@gmail.com&lt;/i&gt; so you know the&lt;b&gt; truth&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;However, she started telling me the male fox (Fable) wasn't tame, wouldn't make a good pet, etc. etc. and I should sell him. She also told me I would need someone to sign off on a paper to say he wasn't a protected animal so we could ship him to the US. Well after a month or two's worth of calling airports in the UK, calling airlines, brokers, etc. seeing how I could get these papers, I called the CITES office (the people Elina told me required the papers). However, they told me that I would never need papers since he is not a protected species and they didn't know who told me I would. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;When I told Elina that, and that now we could schedule the flight, Elina tried to charge me 200 pounds more for food, she said. That equals $327.27 for food for almost two months. She also said she hadn't taken him to the Vet yet, so asked for more money there. While I already lost $1922 on the 'dead' female, I started to think this was a scam for money, with her asking $327 more, plus about $100 for Vet bills, plus shipping which I would have to pay about $382 (a quote from the airline). So all in all after she asked me for $3845 and failed to produce a female like we agreed on, she asked for a total of $809 more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;I started to feel like she was scamming me for the most money, and now my male baby fox, Fable, is still under her care. This is why I am not getting Corsac Foxes this year. Oh, and she slandered me on a forum called Sybil's Den, straight-up lying to them and bashing my name (I have messages between us in a PDF file proving she is lying). They also blocked me from the forums so I cannot defend myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;She is also saying my first fox was not a foster. Well she was supposed to be. Her name was Sora. She &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;was supposed to be a foster for a friend. They are a friend who are on all the boards, forums, etc., so for their privacy, I told everyone it was a foster. I tried to leave it at that. Being I was in a dorm at the time, I knew I would not be able to keep her indefinitely. However, my friend told me they would not be able to afford them anymore so I could either have her or do what I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I paid my friend for her because obviously I was attached, even though in the back of my mind I knew a dorm was no place for a fox. I kept telling myself I would just hide her until I got an apt., but someone found out and I was forced to be homeless or find her a new home. I still talk to the people who have Sora, and she is happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;If you have any questions about the previous foxes I have had, or the lies she is spreading around about me, email me at &lt;i&gt;fennecfoxes.webs@gmail.com. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have nothing to hide, unlike her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;If she treats animals like this, and she is a doctor, I wonder how she handles the humans under her care?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-5417398389291959870?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5417398389291959870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2011/08/corsac-fox-fiasco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/5417398389291959870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/5417398389291959870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2011/08/corsac-fox-fiasco.html' title='The Corsac Fox Fiasco'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-8141137509846914982</id><published>2011-05-31T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T15:28:42.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>A Rescued Kitten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fVYgsLcQ4g/TeXIWRSUjdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ALHy_3RCVDQ/s1600/DSC00107.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fVYgsLcQ4g/TeXIWRSUjdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ALHy_3RCVDQ/s320/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613112795510115794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends and I were able to save a kitten from being Euthanized. We were in Universal Studios when we saw 4 stray kittens whose mother was nowhere to be found. When we then found out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone called Pest Control, we tried to save the kittens, especially since one of the employees told us Pest Control usually Euthanizes excess animals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H2R-1dienlM/TeXJEksVANI/AAAAAAAAAFY/srGTFxMWVs0/s320/DSC00117.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613113590993453266" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we didn't want that to happen, so we were able to rescue one - even though not all of them, at least we rescued one - and we stuck him inside a candy box we had bought so we could sneak him out of the park. They told us they would not let us take them out of the park since it was a liability, even if we were going to take them to a no-kill shelter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we hid him in our candy box and decided to adopt him. The poor little guy had worms, fleas, and needed a preventative for roundworms. He also had incredibly dirty ears and fur :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now he is all cleaned up and happy! I hope he will like the baby foxes when they get here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We named him Tiger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-8141137509846914982?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8141137509846914982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2011/05/two-new-foxes-rescued-kitten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/8141137509846914982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/8141137509846914982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2011/05/two-new-foxes-rescued-kitten.html' title='A Rescued Kitten!'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fVYgsLcQ4g/TeXIWRSUjdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ALHy_3RCVDQ/s72-c/DSC00107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-4133705095543947964</id><published>2011-02-07T14:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:23:49.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><title type='text'>Bengal Cat Vs. Fennec Fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TVB3BgjqQxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/3Gt3iOPvBfY/s1600/kdk_0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TVB3BgjqQxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/3Gt3iOPvBfY/s320/kdk_0119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571083606860382994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay so one time, back when I had Eevee, my kitty cat was being very cat-like and decided to nap in the middle of the floor. Well anything on the floor was fair game to Eevee. She owned all the items that made their way to her level.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So Alias the kitty was peacefully sleeping in his favorite position, spread-legged with his tum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my in the air. Well, he was too peaceful for Eevee. She decided she would walk over to him, inspect that he was really sleeping, then pounce on his fat tummy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, Alias decided if he ignored her, Eevee might get bored with her little brain being as ADHD as it usually is. So he jumped up unto the couch and fell back asleep. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guess who decided to jump up and onto his belly again? Eevee just couldn't resist. So the cat decided maybe if he leaves the room he can sleep. He goes into my bedroom and lays there, slowly falling asleep. He is slightly snoring when in trots Eevee. She pounces so hard on his tummy he decides to pin her down and go back to sleep. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eevee looks up at me like, "Aw, I failed daddy."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TVB3LsH5QnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qX41zOlhaHs/s320/wallpapa.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571083781763842674" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-4133705095543947964?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4133705095543947964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2011/02/bengal-cat-vs-fennec-fox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/4133705095543947964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/4133705095543947964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2011/02/bengal-cat-vs-fennec-fox.html' title='Bengal Cat Vs. Fennec Fox'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TVB3BgjqQxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/3Gt3iOPvBfY/s72-c/kdk_0119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-1502531583924916939</id><published>2010-12-10T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:08:08.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TQL5GPOVbpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/oVlv3UxTzZU/s1600/OH%2BHAY%2BTHERE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TQL5GPOVbpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/oVlv3UxTzZU/s320/OH%2BHAY%2BTHERE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549271576435060370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I have really sad news. I have finally decided to write about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eevee&lt;/span&gt; passed away a few months ago. I went to get her fixed, but she never woke up from the anesthesia. I miss her terribly. I can't sue the Vet either because the sneaky bastard put in the contract I signed that they were not liable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;I am considering getting another baby (or a pair of them) in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Eevee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-1502531583924916939?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1502531583924916939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/12/sad-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/1502531583924916939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/1502531583924916939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/12/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TQL5GPOVbpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/oVlv3UxTzZU/s72-c/OH%2BHAY%2BTHERE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-5092740780669751283</id><published>2010-12-10T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:10:00.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>All About Alias!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;I decided to introduce you all to my kitty, Alias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TQL0Oz8OUyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5_nweVychA8/s1600/kitty%2Bin%2Ba%2Bcart%2521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TQL0Oz8OUyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5_nweVychA8/s320/kitty%2Bin%2Ba%2Bcart%2521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549266226172023586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;His name is Alias because all my friends called him something different. One person liked 'Dante,' another liked 'Kitty,' and I wanted to name him 'Cairo.' Long story short, he didn't know his name so we started calling him Alias. And He uses the toilet and honestly, he misses less than I do. In the year and a half I have had him, he only has had one accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;. I didn't teach him to flush though, because he used to like to watch the water swirl. I was afraid he would sit there and flush, flush, flush, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;He has the coolest personality. He is one of the only breeds of cat that I am not allergic to. I am honestly not too much of a cat person, but he follows me everywhere and cries if I am home but leave him by himself in another room. He sits on the seat of a car with the window open and looks at all the cars/pedestrians. I saw a segment on Pet Star about a cat that could be trained to do tricks, so I taught him to sit, and my personal favorite is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;when I say "up." He will get on his hind legs and beg for a treat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;And I believe he is an F4? or Maybe an F5? I wasn't really paying attention when I adopted him, and his paperwork is here somewhere . . . Well, I just wanted a companion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TQL5g65KotI/AAAAAAAAAEk/v-fKn1kb_k0/s1600/S5030014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TQL5g65KotI/AAAAAAAAAEk/v-fKn1kb_k0/s320/S5030014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549272034834031314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;kitty. And he was a great companion for Eevee before she passed away. He is so calm and loves all other animals. He travels well being able to use the potty and loves my mom's Great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Dane. The only time I have an issue is if I walk him on a leash, or bring him to the pet store and a dog starts growling at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;I took the picture of him in the cart today on the way to go to the pet store to get fitted for a harness, and he was totally calm except for when this mini poodle started growling at him. He cried for me, then sat on my shoulder until the mean dog left. He is such a big baby. After the vicious poodle left (and I swear all small dogs have that Napoleon complex), he sat calmly on the floor on his leash while I fitted him for a harness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;I never thought I would have a pet cat, but now I can't imagine my life without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-5092740780669751283?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5092740780669751283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-about-alias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/5092740780669751283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/5092740780669751283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-about-alias.html' title='All About Alias!'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TQL0Oz8OUyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5_nweVychA8/s72-c/kitty%2Bin%2Ba%2Bcart%2521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-6126276307035174241</id><published>2010-09-30T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:14:11.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><title type='text'>French Fry Mayhem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Well, one time I left my french fries on the table from Mcdonald's (hey it's been like 6 months since I ate there). And Eevee jumped up while I wasn't looking and carefully stole a french fry, not knowing what it was. She gave herself away by the AMAZINGLY loud shriek she gave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;It can be roughly translated as; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh my gosh I didn't realize this is the best food in the history of ever! Humans must be Gods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; I have never heard her scream that loud out of excitement. She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TQL6fgL30LI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r0aagk55Nuo/s1600/IMG_2021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TQL6fgL30LI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r0aagk55Nuo/s320/IMG_2021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549273109996490930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;immediately tried to steal another one, and she was so lighting fast, she grabbed the bottom of the container. I grabbed the top so they didn't spill, and we were in a ridiculous tug-of-war. Well, long story short, the container ripped and they literally went flying everywhere like a movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Well, my cat heard the commotion, so he ran with his little fat belly over and grabbed as many fries as he could as Eevee stuffed her mouth, screaming all the while with her mouth loaded with my fries, and I waited till she thought I wasn't looking and grabbed her back out of her cage. I put her in the bathroom while I cleaned up and bribed my cat out from under the bed with treats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;After cleaning up the greasy mess, Eevee learned all food I have is delicious treats sent from God, so she had immediately investigated my next few meals for weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-6126276307035174241?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6126276307035174241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/french-fry-mayhem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/6126276307035174241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/6126276307035174241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/09/french-fry-mayhem.html' title='French Fry Mayhem'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TQL6fgL30LI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r0aagk55Nuo/s72-c/IMG_2021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-4900935369935007387</id><published>2010-08-11T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:35:47.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped Swift Fox Gets Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TGNxZSMfkqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JxQxcogvYuY/s1600/tdy_curry_fox_100721.300w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TGNxZSMfkqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JxQxcogvYuY/s320/tdy_curry_fox_100721.300w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504367848771785378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;This story was too funny not to share, and I don't claim to own the rights to this clip it belongs to MSNBC. It was so adorable though and I just had to share. This is the Swift Fox, who was once so threatened in America and extinct in Canada that they began breeding programs for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;These guys are often mistaken for baby Coyotes and shot or harvested for their fur. Although how can you think this cute little face is a coyote? Look at that smile - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;definitely a face anyone could love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="372" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db12dd75d5afe255" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb12dd75d5afe255%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421441%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6ED4BF98269940B244E87A3F01E8F6EDFBADB976.52725E87684ED4C0513F6031EECB0B9BAEC6E3CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb12dd75d5afe255%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkK2FNgs_d6uPleKpUbAP0vq8HSk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="448" height="372" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb12dd75d5afe255%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421441%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6ED4BF98269940B244E87A3F01E8F6EDFBADB976.52725E87684ED4C0513F6031EECB0B9BAEC6E3CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb12dd75d5afe255%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkK2FNgs_d6uPleKpUbAP0vq8HSk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-4900935369935007387?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4900935369935007387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/08/trapped-swift-fox-gets-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/4900935369935007387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/4900935369935007387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/08/trapped-swift-fox-gets-ice-cream.html' title='Trapped Swift Fox Gets Ice Cream'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TGNxZSMfkqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JxQxcogvYuY/s72-c/tdy_curry_fox_100721.300w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-451245134078198021</id><published>2010-07-03T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:03:44.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><title type='text'>How to Speak Fennec Fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TC9eytNZIsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u-A4H2Vs30g/s1600/29944_433733426807_711891807_5910273_2621147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TC9eytNZIsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u-A4H2Vs30g/s320/29944_433733426807_711891807_5910273_2621147_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489710696010162882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Eevee has gotten so much bigger since I first brought her home! I have barely had any time to be on the internet let alone write some blogs, so sorry for not keeping this updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Today I decided to attempt at translating some of the noises they make (Notice how everything has an exclamation mark, this is because the Fennecs always get their point across with emphasis).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Squeal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Daddy, I love you! I haven't seen you in ages! Or, Daddy, I love it when you scratch my ears and tail! Or, Thank you thank you thank you for letting me out of the cage! Good morning daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Squawk (usually a short lower-pitched noise):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Either, Daddy kitty nommed on me too hard! Or Daddy, I want to get out of my cage NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TC9ek4sVjtI/AAAAAAAAADI/o8rhYkCOKDI/s1600/29944_433733676807_711891807_5910292_7428822_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TC9ek4sVjtI/AAAAAAAAADI/o8rhYkCOKDI/s320/29944_433733676807_711891807_5910292_7428822_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489710458574573266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Quiet Purr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;This is so nice of you to rub my back and scratch my ears, Daddy. I am getting sleepy. This is comfy, right here . . . Yawn . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Scream:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;OH MY GOSH I HAVE SO MUCH ENERGY - I'M GONNA RUN - IMMA RUN FASTER, AND FASTER! OH MY GOSH DADDY THIS IS SO MUCH FUN! I AM SO SO SO SO EXCITED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Bark:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;[Sounds just like a dog] Give me attention please Daddy! You are not paying attention to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;There are new noises everyday. I will always keep an eye out for more. Keep an eye out for the next post, I will be explaining the complicated relationship between Alias the Bengal cat and Eevee the Fennec Fox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-451245134078198021?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/451245134078198021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-speak-fennec-fox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/451245134078198021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/451245134078198021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-speak-fennec-fox.html' title='How to Speak Fennec Fox'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TC9eytNZIsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u-A4H2Vs30g/s72-c/29944_433733426807_711891807_5910273_2621147_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-3058438348680229847</id><published>2010-06-04T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T15:54:55.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><title type='text'>Introducing Eevee, the New Baby Fennec Fox!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay you guys, I melted when I saw her in her super tiny carrier. She was squeaking as if to say,"Let me out of here!" As soon as we got in the car, I held her for the first time, and looking at her little face, I fell in love. I know that's cheesy, but it's the only way I can describe it. She was my perfect little angel. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she is settled in, two days later, she is super spunky and really sweet. I have met about 8 Fennecs in my lifetime before, and she is the quietest and sweetest of all. She loves to sleep in your lap and loves every other animal so far, and she just likes to play. I haven't seen any signs of aggression from her and she loves to explore. She still hasn't figured out how to climb up the ladders to the 3rd and 4th floor yet.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My cat, Alias, is so jealous of her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the time goes by she gets more and more comfortable, and she can already jump on my bed a day later, the little daredevil. She is not afraid of anything and extremely affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves everyone, but I knew she would love me forever when I saw her this morning.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I woke up to a teeny squeak, and as soon as she saw me, she wagged her tail and rolled on her back for a belly rub. She was so perfect as I let her out she squeaked with happiness and rolled over for me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was then I knew Eevee was meant for me.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TAmDlbhfZzI/AAAAAAAAACA/O6hwknr6vf8/s1600/small+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 565px; height: 423px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TAmDlbhfZzI/AAAAAAAAACA/O6hwknr6vf8/s320/small+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479055100739544882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-3058438348680229847?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3058438348680229847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/06/introducing-eevee-new-baby-fennec-fox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/3058438348680229847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/3058438348680229847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/06/introducing-eevee-new-baby-fennec-fox.html' title='Introducing Eevee, the New Baby Fennec Fox!'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjz5O4DYmAc/TAmDlbhfZzI/AAAAAAAAACA/O6hwknr6vf8/s72-c/small+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-4216130003098936339</id><published>2010-05-31T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:37:03.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><title type='text'>NEW FENNEC BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, so this all happened so fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was contacted by a breeder Sunday night about advertising for him on my website. I guess he had a couple of people back out of adopting the Fennec babies he had available. So I told him I was still looking for a fox and asked when they would be ready to ship out. He told me they had just turned 6 weeks old on May 30, and I told him I would love to adopt one. There are three babies, 2 females and 1 male. They were born to Echo and Radar, which came from Sheri Hanna in California. She took over Lynn Hall's business, and he was the first person to bring Fennec Foxes into the United States over 40 years ago! I feel like these babies are part of a championship bloodline, having been the first domesticated Fennecs in the United States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, now he is scheduling a Vet exam so he can get the health certificate, and scheduling her to fly in Wednesday! I am so excited, I am still in a daze about it all and cannot get over how fast everything happened. All that is left now until Wednesday is to get a new copy of my Driver's License (my wallet was stolen a week ago) so I can pick up the little female at the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He told me she was the calmest out of the litter of the 2 females and one male. I hope she stays that way. She is less than 1 pound now, and is so adorable. This is a video of them at 4 weeks old, and keep an eye out for my next post, which will have updated pictures of her! And I am still not sure what to name her - Lillith, Chloe, or Eevee so let me know what you guys think . . . 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This is ridiculous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c905c84191dad379" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc905c84191dad379%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421441%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BB744A929AFC9CED4D45C59C9CD1A466EABF7D0.69DC134FAEDC446C19117B86FA85C1306D018115%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc905c84191dad379%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DohD4RKC7rgw40qkj68EH0UmvbiY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc905c84191dad379%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421441%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BB744A929AFC9CED4D45C59C9CD1A466EABF7D0.69DC134FAEDC446C19117B86FA85C1306D018115%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc905c84191dad379%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DohD4RKC7rgw40qkj68EH0UmvbiY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-821917323398192189?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/821917323398192189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-to-catch-fox-in-africa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/821917323398192189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/821917323398192189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-to-catch-fox-in-africa.html' title='How to Catch A Fox In Africa'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-2770971650960567626</id><published>2010-05-15T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:40:58.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><title type='text'>Swift Fox Today Show FAIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow, this woman is supposed to be the representative of Seaworld and Busch Gardens. Watch what happens to the poor animal. She is so fired! This is the article;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'During a segment on endangered animals on 'Today' (weekdays, 7AM ET on NBC), a Swift Fox makes a break for it and narrowly avoids leaping on anchor Matt Lauer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As Julie Scardina, the Animal Ambassador for Seaworld and Busch Gardens, attempts to pass the animal off to a handler, it tries to jump to the floor and misses Lauer by inches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I thought he was coming for my throat," Lauer said. But, don't worry, Lauer fans. The anchor doesn't seem to have been in any real danger; it appears the animal was simply trying to escape.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, are there actually any Matt Lauer fans? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="419" height="348" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-35d273f82608c552" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D35d273f82608c552%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421441%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13266ED7D23B3BE9964407A3B5E4B3BE4D22BAA4.7B99E4FE56D634568730C2E84DCF303309ABDF2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D35d273f82608c552%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djclbp2KAjNGGTds26A3pRLlbj-c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="419" height="348" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D35d273f82608c552%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421441%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13266ED7D23B3BE9964407A3B5E4B3BE4D22BAA4.7B99E4FE56D634568730C2E84DCF303309ABDF2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D35d273f82608c552%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djclbp2KAjNGGTds26A3pRLlbj-c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Article can be seen here; http://insidetv.aol.com/2010/04/07/endangered-fox-leaps-at-matt-lauer-on-today-video/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-2770971650960567626?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2770971650960567626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow-this-woman-is-supposed-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/2770971650960567626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/2770971650960567626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow-this-woman-is-supposed-to-be.html' title='Swift Fox Today Show FAIL'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-5248214659435924369</id><published>2010-05-15T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:28:29.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><title type='text'>How to Toilet Train a Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay, so I keep getting asked how I  possibly trained a cat to go to the bathroom on the toilet. Well this  method can be used to toilet train any animal that goes in a litter box.  My dream is to train the fox how to use the toilet, but I am not  getting my hopes up, since just using the litter box is an  accomplishment. And remember, you should only change steps EVERY OTHER  day, or if your pet has trouble, every few days. Here is a day by day  guide of how to train an animal;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Disclaimer* I am not  claiming this will work with every animal, this is just what worked for  me. And if you have multiple cats or small dogs, etc, it will be  extremely hard since they will mimic bad behaviors. Also if you are near  me, I will train them myself, for a small fee. &lt;img title=":wink:" src="http://images.webs.com/JS/Punymce/plugins/emoticons/img/wink.gif" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/kitty%20pretty%20blue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY  1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Move the litter box or potty pad right next to the  toilet and give plenty of praise and a treat when they go on it. If the  litter box or potty pad was far away from the toilet you might want to  split this step up and move it a little closer and closer each day to  the toilet. Chances are, they will like this new "game" of getting a  treat for something they have been trained to do, and will want to  continue these behaviors.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Add  a phone book under the litter box or potty pad, so it is elevated a  litter higher than the ground.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Add  another phone book. Keep adding phone books every day until it is level  with the toilet. Keep giving lots of praise and treats for good potty  behaviors.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY 6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Remove the  litter box or potty pad. Now there are many kits for this step, but I  was cheap and used a giant piece of cardboard from a pizza box. Draw 4  circles so you have 4 layers on the carboard inside your toilet seat  ring. Place the huge square (or you can cut it to fit the shape of your  bowl) under the round toilet seat. Add litter (preferably flushable) to  the hole on top of the cardboard.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY 7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Cut  the smallest ring (which should make a tiny hole about half the size of  your palm) out of the cardboard and put litter around the rest of the  cardboard in a circle. Some pets will be unfazed, others will freak out.  Let your pet adjust to this for a few days, I waited two. keep giving  plenty of praise when they go on the cardboard.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY  9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Cut the next ring of cardboard out,  and sprinkle new litter around the smaller cardboard ring. Give plenty  of praise when the pet performs their skills on the toilet. Remember, if  your pet decides to go on the floor or has an accident, you can always  go back a step.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note: My friends cat wanted to  hide his poo in the bathtub and only would urinate on the toilet. Since  most cats are afraid of water, I would fill up your tub when you cannot  watch your cat. This stopped my friend's cat's behavior immediately.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/cat%201.JPG" width="307" height="274" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Remove  the third ring. You should only have one ring left. Your animal will  have to balance on the outer part of the cardboard, or the toilet seat  to go. And keep in mind, this will be a little stinky for the two weeks  it takes to accomplish toilet training. If they can go on the potty  well, give them treats, if they are having problems, go back a step or  two.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/cat%202.JPG" width="313" height="292" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day  12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Cut out the final ring, but leave the unseen cardboard  ring under the toilet seat. Leave this here for smell, familiarity,  etc. Your pet should be able to balance on the seat now, and when they  go, give them double the treats for balancing and performing their tasks  correctly. Leave the ring on the toilet for about another 5 days so  they get used to the smell, etc, then they should be able to go without  it all by themselves like this;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/cat%203.JPG" width="332" height="374" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-5248214659435924369?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5248214659435924369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-to-toilet-train-pet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/5248214659435924369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/5248214659435924369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-to-toilet-train-pet.html' title='How to Toilet Train a Pet'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-5190179139651725600</id><published>2010-05-15T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:30:05.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><title type='text'>A Krusty, Spoiled Brat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I had my second  fox, Ellie, I got her at 5 weeks, so I still had to bottle feed her. I  took off the first two weeks I had her off work and brought her  everywhere with me. She was my child, and she loved me so much. She was  so sweet as she got older too but there was one problem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I started to spoil her very badly. When she didn't get her  way, she would pout like a 2 year old. One time, I didn't give her any  of the people food I was cooking in the kitchen (as I usually did, but  this meal was unhealthy even for humans), so she decided to put herself  in a corner and started being krusty.  I walked over to her, saying,  "It's not that bad, I will give you Cheerios later." But she gave a  little squeak as if to say &lt;i&gt;I don't WANT Cheerios! I want your crappy  people food!&lt;/i&gt; I tried to pet her and show her a new toy instead, but  she squeaked and turned her back to me in the corner. I said,  "Fine!  Stay in the corner and pout" and she looked at me and gave me an evil  look. &lt;img title=":mad:" src="http://images.webs.com/JS/Punymce/plugins/emoticons/img/mad.gif" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So later that night, once she had cooled down, and started  running circles around the coffee table again, I decided to see if she  was still being krusty. Sure enough, I went to pick her up, and though  she knew she could do nothing about it, she refused to look me in the  eye or make her purring noise while I pet her. As soon as I put her  down, she decided to run back into her corner. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, I decided since she was already pouting, a bath  couldn't hurt, right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wrong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After her giving me truly evil stares while bathing her  fluffy little self in the sink, as soon as I dried her off, she bolted  into her cage. She decided she was going to be krusty for two more  hours. I tried numerous times, even offering Cherios as a peace  offering, but everytime she saw me, she would go to a corner of her  cage, refusing to give me the courtesy to even look at me. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After 2 hours, she decided to finally come snooze with me  for a couple minutes before running again as if to say, &lt;i&gt;I am sorry I  was such a brat. I just wanted Cheerios and thought pouting would work!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I scratched behind her enormous ears, and all was well.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/Dec%2010,%202009%20061.jpg" width="536" height="369" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-5190179139651725600?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5190179139651725600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/krusty-spoiled-brat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/5190179139651725600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/5190179139651725600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/krusty-spoiled-brat.html' title='A Krusty, Spoiled Brat'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-789041330245677558</id><published>2010-05-15T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:22:45.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interviews'/><title type='text'>A Foxy Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fw_sanitized"&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone who was just starting out asked  these questions and I think these are a great start for you guys out  there looking for a fox!&lt;img title=":wink:" src="http://images.webs.com/JS/Punymce/plugins/emoticons/img/wink.gif" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.  Do you think a fox would work with the fur-kids i currently have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foxes  get along with almost any animal out there, except the bigger foxes  might see the ferret as prey, for that I would recommend one of the two  smaller foxes, a Swift or a Fennec. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1a.  If so what kind of fox?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you want a fox that was once  described as a ferret on crack, the hyper Fennec might be for you.  However, they do calm down and can be SUPER sweet! As always, it's good  to find someone locally and meet whatever type of fox you want in  person, but if that's not possible, read all about them. I personally  would choose a Swift Fox, even though they are rare for the following  reasons;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-They are one of 4 foxes that don't smell  (Corsacs, which aren't available in the US, Gray foxes, Fennecs, and  Swifts)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-They do not climb like the gray fox&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-They  aren't as tiny and fragile as the Fennec&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-From what pet  owners have reported, they seem to have the friendliest personalities,  Fennecs are nice when they feel like it or for food.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-The  few people I spoke to about Swift foxes had no problem litter training  them - most foxes are impossible, you have to keep this in mind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-They  only get to be 5-7 pounds.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.  What kind of fox do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have fostered 2 Fennecs  before and am adopting a baby fennec this May or June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2a.  What are some pro's and cons?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have an EXTENSIVE list on  my Blog on my website, and interviews with fox breeders and owners, but  here is my short personal list&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pros -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-They  have such addicting personalities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-The tail wagging &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-If  you train them right, like my old Fennec, she NEVER bit out of being  scared or angry, and she was 95% potty trained, but being an exotic, she  had that 5% where if she was mad at you, she would purposely poop on  one of your belongings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cons -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Almost all  foxes are destructive when bored, it isn't too bad for Fennecs, because  they were so tiny.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Some have high pitched squeals, but I  find this adorable.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Most foxes refuse to be potty-trained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.  Did you adopt or buy from a breeder?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the US, it's  probably safest to buy from a breeder.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I also have  questions you should ask a breeder and a breeder list on my website;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/breederquestionsfaq.htm"&gt;fennecfoxes.webs.com/breederquestionsfaq.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.  What do you feed your fox?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I personally fed my foxes Nutro  Cat food as a base diet, then added fruits, veggies, and raw chicken  and beef on a cycle.  Cheerios were their favorite treats.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.  Good fox experiences? Bad ones?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Check out my blog;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/apps/blog/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/apps/blog/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.  Pictures?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hundreds of photos and a few videos on here;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/apps/photos/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/apps/photos/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.  Anything else you think might be good to know?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just  realize they are a lifetime commitment even if they aren't exactly how  you thought them to be. Foxes make extremely amazing pets if you train  them right. My foxes were SO much like toddlers, it was astounding. They  say foxes are smarter than cats or dogs, and they are right. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ellie  would pout in the corner if she was mad, she would poop in your laundry  most likely if you punished her for a bad behavior, but she also had so  many good qualities. She got SO excited to see you after a break of  being by herself. She would squeal with delight and wag her tail. I  think for me the best part of a fox was how excited they got to see you.  Ellie would wag her tail, squeal, run in circles around me, and bring  me her favorite toys. She would roll on her back for a belly rub. And  she loved to play rough and nibble. Some people thought her rough play  was mean, but it was not. If she was angry her ears would go back and  she would make an angry noise.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I would recommend taking  off of work for at least two weeks when you first adopt your fox to  spend almost 24 hours with them. That's what I did with my old Fennec,  and I even had a carrying backpack. And the more stuff (meeting new  people, baths, nail trimmings, etc.) you expose them to as babies, the  more accepting they will be of these things as adults.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="fw_sanitized"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/nikspiks014.jpg" width="289" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="fw_sanitized"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/20100306_3.jpg" width="270" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-789041330245677558?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/789041330245677558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/foxy-interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/789041330245677558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/789041330245677558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/foxy-interview.html' title='A Foxy Interview'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-3817341474767710265</id><published>2010-05-15T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:06:38.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><title type='text'>Scared or Mischievous?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So today my cat reminded  me of a very funny thing he does and my old fox used to do. Whenever I  play hide and go seek with my cat (well, it's more a game of seek, the  cat hides in a room and I search for him, but when I find him he runs to  another hiding spot), his tail gets SUPER puffy, like the picture  below. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I used to play with  Ellie, her little foxy tail, which was already so puffy, would fluff up  even more. My vet told me cat's tails, he wasn't sure about the fox,  puff up when they are scared. But my cat is totally calm, just a little  mischievous when we play hide n' seek. So what do you guys think? Were the cat  and the fox really just scared or mischievous? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 529px; height: 283px;" src="http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/Alias%20Puffy%20Tail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-3817341474767710265?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3817341474767710265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/scared-or-mischievous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/3817341474767710265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/3817341474767710265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/scared-or-mischievous.html' title='Scared or Mischievous?'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-5491761777207060210</id><published>2010-05-15T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T18:31:57.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><title type='text'>Oh, the Bath Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="fw_sanitized"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;None of my animals ever  really liked baths, due to whatever circumstances. Some foxes like  baths, some don't, depending on their personality type. Some LOVE it,  and some HATE it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The first fox I fostered, Sora, never liked baths because I  made the mistake to not give her baths until she was older. She saw the  baths and was like, &lt;i&gt;ZOMG! That clear wet stuff comes in bigger  shapes than my water?!&lt;/i&gt; When I placed her gently in there, coddling  her the whole time, she looked up like, &lt;i&gt;Excuse me? You might say it's  fine but, clearly, I don't like it! &lt;/i&gt;She would flail and whimper and  get her point across that she was not happy with me, especially the  look on her face. I could tell most of the time what she was thinking by  her eyes. During bath time her eyes would say, &lt;i&gt;If only I wasn't a  three pound midget, we'd see who holds who in the water.&lt;/i&gt; But  eventually she got a little used to it and tolerated it with a pitiful  look in her eyes. Sora had the best personality of the two foxes, she  loved to held and petted and given attention to, and she never nipped,  but she refused to be potty trained. I tried everything in my power to  potty train her but she just felt like going wherever she wanted to go. &lt;img title=":mad:" src="http://images.webs.com/JS/Punymce/plugins/emoticons/img/mad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My second fox,  Ellie, was used to baths from the start, but she didn't like them, and  no wonder why - there are no big lakes in the Sahara Desert. She always  tolerated me, since she knew she would have to endure it no matter what.  Ellie had an okay personality, but if you pissed her off she would pout  and whine and actually put herself in a corner. And this is exactly  what she would do if given a bath along with nail trimmings. And though  she was almost 100% potty trained, if you punished her for doing  something bad, or if you made her mad she would purposely poop on  something that belonged to whoever made her angry. She was a vengeful  one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;And my cat Alias, who has dealt with Ellie with patience,  used to LOVE water, he would play in the sink, the bath, and ice cubes.  He would play with his mini tennis balls and swim back and forth through  the water. Until the one day. I was taking a bath myself (which is  really rare since I never have the time to relax) and I actually had  bought some bubble bath instead of being cheap and using shampoo, and I  lowered myself into the mound of bubbles. Well, Alias jumped up onto the  side of the tub, wondering where I had gone, when he fell in! He had  gotten soap and bubbles all in his mouth and eyes, and ever since then,  he associated the bad memory with the taste of bubble bath. He must have  been thinking, &lt;i&gt;You tricked me! That good smelling stuff tastes bad  and stings! &lt;/i&gt;Our newest bath day was lovely, however, this time the  cat just sat there as I held him down and rinsed. The only problem was  he was letting out a deep, raspy meow that sounded like I was beating  him. My next door neighbors were out walking and came over at one point  to ask if everything was okay. &lt;img title=":tongue:" src="http://images.webs.com/JS/Punymce/plugins/emoticons/img/tongue.gif" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I simply said, "Oh,  it's the bath time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;So now I sit back and hope my new Swift Fox will love, or  at least be used to, water. I am so sick of animals cringing every time  it's bath day. And I hope no one will call animal control for the next  bath.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4155ed8482bd72f8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4155ed8482bd72f8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421441%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DE7DC3F1A580951E9584F44933CE52B690A29A2.6B934FC6C62A63CB65045750AA254DA4AB8AA570%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4155ed8482bd72f8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrF8ZbOXHFuVFR6S2MKOJ9ioX8AM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4155ed8482bd72f8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330421441%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DE7DC3F1A580951E9584F44933CE52B690A29A2.6B934FC6C62A63CB65045750AA254DA4AB8AA570%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4155ed8482bd72f8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrF8ZbOXHFuVFR6S2MKOJ9ioX8AM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-5491761777207060210?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5491761777207060210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/none-of-my-animals-ever-really-liked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/5491761777207060210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/5491761777207060210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/none-of-my-animals-ever-really-liked.html' title='Oh, the Bath Time'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-7959937274799200709</id><published>2010-05-15T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:24:39.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>The 'Near Death' Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My 8 month old Snow  Bengal cat, Alias, used to LOVE all other animals. He would play with  dogs, chasing them and playing tag. He even got along with the second  'foster' fox Ellie. Even though she would bite his tail and chase him  even when he was work out, he still liked her. And I figured when I  adopted him that hey, foxes are able to be trained to use leashes so why  not train him too?&lt;img title=":cool:" src="http://images.webs.com/JS/Punymce/plugins/emoticons/img/cool.gif" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And so we went for  walks, which at first they were more like drag-alongs, but now he walks  perfectly fine on a leash. In fact, when he feels like going out for a  stroll he will calmly wait by the front door. Sometimes he meows  incessantly if you ignore him. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But one day, he thought one of his little nine lives was  up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We were walking calmly on the sidewalk as usual, when this  little Rat Terrier shows up. Have you ever met one of those animals that  are so vicious, hates other animals, bites and scratches it's own  owner, yet the owner still thinks they are God's gift to the world?  Well, that's exactly how this ugly Rat Terrier's mommy felt. The excuse  for a dog started growling and going crazy at the site of my cat, but  the woman had one of those retractable leashes (which should have been  pulled snug like my cat's was) and the dog ran towards us in a flash. He  bit my cat really hard right on the thigh, because my cat didn't run  away, at first thinking he wanted to play. The dog wouldn't let go so I  shoved him sharply away from my cat the woman screamed "Stop it! Stop  it!" When I realized she was NOT talking to the dog, I grabbed that  little 5 pound mutt and had to hold him away from my cat, who clawed his  way up to my shoulder. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now I was pissed. I am not a very angry person in general,  but people such as this woman could start my temper going in less than  five seconds. And now I have scratch marks to prove it because I hadn't  trimmed his nails yet this week. After calmly grinding my teeth and  telling her she should have kept her dog on a tighter leash, while she  was screaming at ME to control MY cat, I ended up walking away as she  yelled, "I could sue you!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At this point I calmly said, "Go ahead." &lt;img title=":mad:" src="http://images.webs.com/JS/Punymce/plugins/emoticons/img/mad.gif" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So now, naturally,  my cat is terrified of dogs, and this stupid woman undid my 2 months of  socializing my cat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today, I was walking my cat as normal, and everything went  fine except for the usual car starting, and then two tiny puppies ran  out from the neighbors front porch. The puppies were adorable and  harmless and didn't even notice the cat, but my cat almost did an air  360 as he tried to pull in the opposite direction. I just picked him up,  feeling his pounding heart, and surprised he didn't have a heart  attack, brought him back to our doorstep. I had even been taking him to  visit my neighbor's dog almost every other day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;He  is just sitting happily on my pillow, glad he survived his second 'near  death' experience.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/DSC00367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-7959937274799200709?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7959937274799200709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/near-death-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/7959937274799200709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/7959937274799200709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/near-death-experience.html' title='The &apos;Near Death&apos; Experience'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-3862297663068498974</id><published>2010-05-15T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:54:01.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><title type='text'>Has Anyone Seen A Fox?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Back  when I kinda fostered my first fox, I would take her to the beach very  often. I figured hey, Fennecs live in the desert so she should love the  sand! Well, the first visit was kind of rough. There was almost (I would  venture out to say 'sandstorm' but it wasn't quite as bad as the ones  on National Geographic) a storm. It was extremely windy and sand would  hit you so hard it stung your skin. So I only stayed there for about  half an hour and Sora stayed hidden inside her little impact-resistant  carier.&lt;img title=":wink:" src="http://images.webs.com/JS/Punymce/plugins/emoticons/img/wink.gif" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The next visit went a lot better. There was no wind, barely  any people, so I didn't get swamped with the usual questions - Is that a  fox? Are those legal? Will it attack me? Can I get a picture with it?  Where did you get it? etc. So I let the little one out on her leash, and  she looked around like 'whoa, where the heck am I?' and she immediately  starts digging. Finally! A place she will be free to dig at without  getting in trouble! So I laid down with her leash around my wrist,  feeling a little tug here and there as I enjoyed the sun. Well, I took  an unplanned nap, resulting in two unfortunate events. One, I got burned  on my entire front side. Two, I still had the leash on my wrist, but no  tugging, and Sora was gone! I was freaking out, looking left and right,  but no she was not anywhere.&lt;img title=":ohmy:" src="http://images.webs.com/JS/Punymce/plugins/emoticons/img/ohmy.gif" /&gt; I  asked my friend, "Have you seen Sora?!" I called and called for her,  whistling like I did when she would get a treat, standing up with the  retractable  leash still on my wrist.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My friend Lindsay helped me look when, finally, I felt like  an idiot. Fast asleep, Sora had dug a hole under her little green  carrier and was sound asleep. I guess now that she felt safe in there,  she decided to nap. Who had made a fool out of who?&lt;img title=":roll:" src="http://images.webs.com/JS/Punymce/plugins/emoticons/img/rolleyes.gif" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 320px;" src="http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/sora%20digging.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 318px;" src="http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/happy%20sora.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-3862297663068498974?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3862297663068498974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/has-anyone-seen-fox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/3862297663068498974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/3862297663068498974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/has-anyone-seen-fox.html' title='Has Anyone Seen A Fox?'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-3059120945266755120</id><published>2010-05-15T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:42:21.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Excerpt From 'There's A Fox In The House'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fw_sanitized"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;b&gt;...so of         course  I decided to get a second fox in April 1997.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt; A fennec         is a three-pound desert dweller native to  the Middle East, sharp-toothed         and short-tempered, with  enormous ears and dark, soulful eyes. Fennecs         don't walk  anywhere; they dash, lightning-fast, tail high. Like any fox,          they can be imprinted and trained, but not tamed.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt; So I know         where she is and what she's doing,  Julian wears a bell, handmade for her         by a falconer friend I've  known for years, who's the gentlest, quietest,         most inoffensive  guy imaginable. Julian took an instant and inexplicable         dislike  to him, and when I shut her in her box she screeched dire warnings          for the duration of his visit. The only man she fully accepts is my  father,         who feeds her greasy fast food on the sly.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt; She bosses         Asha unmercifully, snarling and  snapping if he comes too close when she's         eating or playing with  a toy, or sometimes for no discernible reason at         all. She  climbs him like a mountain to stand on his head, and uses him         to  jump on and off my recliner. She, too, steals his chewies, and he  endures         it with that legendary Golden Retriever patience.         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At other         times she'll snuggle up against him, her  coat and his so alike it's hard         to tell who's who. She'll bring  him a dog biscuit from the jar on the         counter, lay it in front  of his nose and watch him eat it, then sprint         off for another.  The record so far is twelve in a row. When he hears her         fishing  in the ceramic jar Asha thumps his tail, blithely forgetting how          she sinks needle teeth in his ears and digs tufts out of his silken  coat.                &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Her dinner          each night is a well-balanced buffet, set out of canine reach on  the kitchen         table: a mouse or rabbit or squirrel meat, diced  mixed vegetables, honey         toast, miniature carrots, assorted  sugar-coated cereals, fruit of the         day, the occasional leftover  from my dinner, and a dish of vanilla liquid         diet supplement.  She checks it all carefully, then, like any four-year-old,         she  runs off to eat the dead leaves stuck to the firewood.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt; The trick         to living peacefully with a fox is a  policy of complete capitulation.         To keep her from pulling down  my curtains in her effort to walk on the         narrow windowsills, I  installed wide carpeted shelves. When she developed         the habit of  creeping about in the cupboard, knocking over dishes, I crammed          all my dishes onto the top two shelves and lined the bottom shelf with          soft flannel. Insatiably curious, she comes running when I call,  because         there's always something fun or yummy or interesting.  She somehow makes         me feel honored when she accepts treats and  toys.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When she         wants to be petted-and she's remarkably  affectionate-she regally presents         herself, confident from  experience that I'll drop whatever I'm doing.         If I take too long  to finish reading a paragraph, she slides in front         of the book.  At night she fox-naps on me, leaping off without warning,         then  jumping back up just as suddenly. The cooler the house, the longer          she lingers; never ask a chilly Fennec if she loves you for yourself  alone.         She's a tiny little tyrant in a woolly, sand-colored  coat, and I can't         imagine life without her.       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="fw_sanitized"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;img src="http://fennecfoxes.webs.com/tumblr_kvu7k3CoBG1qzfhaqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001978489263006323-3059120945266755120?l=fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3059120945266755120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/excerpt-from-theres-fox-in-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/3059120945266755120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001978489263006323/posts/default/3059120945266755120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fennecfoxesandfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/excerpt-from-theres-fox-in-house.html' title='Excerpt From &apos;There&apos;s A Fox In The House&apos;'/><author><name>TombRaiderWes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390584060875558263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b-rV3o2yduQ/TydQNxFibmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c6iX82OJY84/s220/WesPic0318.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001978489263006323.post-8263797761574562131</id><published>2010-05-15T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:47:20.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interviews'/><title type='text'>Fennec Fox Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fw_sanitized"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Interview       with Denis Bressler,  Donna Fritz,       Julie Reid, and Gabrielle       Collins        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Positives          of fennecs as pets? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB: I personally  think they make one of the neatest exotics pets         out there. They  are simple to take of, and very small. I never met anyone         who  didn't think they weren't adorable and cute with those great big ears.          Their food expense is relatively low, and even the smallest  apartments         have plenty of space for them. Fennecs are endearing,  addictive, have         cute little voices and very social little  creatures. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DF: Julian is gorgeous, intelligent and  graciously allows herself         to be adored. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         JR: One of the easiest to care for and most social of all exotics.          &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        GC: Generally they are sweet and affectionate.  They are very engaging,         and pretty small, so they are easy to  care for. They are also easy to         feed and house.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Negatives          of fennecs as pets? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB: Their size is  also their worst negative. They are so small         and quick they can  get under your feet-causing you to step on them, or         jump from  something high. Both of these have caused fatal injuries in          fennecs. You have to be careful with young children so they don't drop          them, accidentally causing them harm. Some foxes use your house  as their         bathroom, rather than a litter box. They startle easily  and you have to         be careful how you take them outdoors. They  have been known to get out         of harnesses, and take off. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         DF: Unreliable litter box use; prefers sink, countertops,  bookshelf,         chair I'm on... etc. Does not get along with any  animal I have except         my Golden Retriever. Will bite me if I do  something she doesn't like,         such as pick her up or interrupt a  nap. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        JR: Challenge to litter train. VERY fast. A  grown fennec can fit         thru a chain link fence hole so one must  plan enclosures, house or otherwise,         accordingly. A fennec does  not normally come when called. They can become         disoriented fast  when somewhere unknown and if you don't have them on         a firm  lead, they can run away and you'll never catch them. On the other          hand I've had several escapes from my breeders and for the most part,          they have never strayed too far from home. I've recovered all  escapees         but two. A thunderstorm helped with one who I never  found. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        GC: Not well litter trained. Actually he's  100% in his cage, but         only about 10% out of it. Also, they DIG  DIG DIG! Forget houseplants,         woodwork and carpeting. Some are  also very skittish around strangers.                &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anecdotes/stories          about your pet fennec? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB: Candy was  under my coffee table, and Spice (my coati) walked         by. Candy bit  her tail. So Spice tried to get under the coffee table to         get  her back, but couldn't fit. Every time Spice stuck her head under,          Candy would bite her on the nose. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DF: She has a  strange relationship with the Golden Retriever; she         bites him,  but also brings him biscuits. Caches food items in the sheets          while I sleep. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        GC: I got Loki at 9 weeks old. He  was very friendly for a while,         then suddenly became shy and  skittish. Once he was neutered (at 7 months)         he became much more  sweet and playful again. However, he still hates my         husband.         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do they         have scent glands  or an offensive smell? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB: Fennecs are very clean  and I find they have no offensive body         odor. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         DF: When very scared or very angry, Julian emits a sharp musky          odor from the scent gland at the base of her tail. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         JR: I've heard of one instance where a male marked with a scent          gland. Otherwise no offensive odor at all. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        GC:  I've never noticed one, except when he pees outside of the          litter box. It's strong sometimes, other times it's not.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What          is their average life span? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB: Fennec  Foxes are the smallest of the wild canids, they live         11-14  years. °They are 10-16 inches long and weigh 2-3 lbs. The female          being the smaller one. Their ears are 5-6 inches in height. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;                &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do they         enjoy  interaction? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB: Yes, they love their humans and  other non human companions.         They will give you a kiss, roll over  for a belly rub, lay on the floor         with their tail wagging, or  bark for your attention. They get tickled         and exited when you  come home, and love to play fetch. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DF: Demands  affection by sliding across what I'm doing, or throwing         herself  on her back or side in front of me wherever I am, even as I'm          walking. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        JR: Attention Craving Gremlins!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         GC: Do they ever! Loki will play with anyone or anything (except          husband!) He especially loves my sons (ages 12 &amp;amp; 10). He  will be alternately         a ball of energy and race around playing  tag, and then lay on your lap         to have his ears rubbed.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What          is their general personality, disposition, and attitude? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         DB: Fennecs are friendly, lovable, feisty, and very social. They          have great dispositions and are a blast to watch. When they  kill their         food (Don't care if it was never alive to begin  with.), they pounce on         it, run around and scream before they eat  it. They are not quick to anger,         and they carry themselves  proudly as if to say "Look at me, I'm as cute         as they come and  just as perfect as perfect can be." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DF: Curious,  playful, affectionate, lightning-fast, great sense         of humor. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         JR: Playful, excited, hi-energy, friendly, a general riot. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         GC: Sweet and affectionate, but also stubborn and selfish. They          want what they want. What you want is beside the point. Also, he  sleeps         much of the time, like a cat - sleeping most of the day  and night with         occasional outbursts of manic activity.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are  they         sweet and petable, or mischievous and playful? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         DB: Fennecs are as sweet as any puppy out there. They come over,          let you hold and pet them, and off they go. They repeat this  every hour         or so. They love to steal things from you, such as  keys, paperwork, knickknacks,         and other things. They run up and  nip your toes or nose, tip your soda         can/cup, take ornaments off  your tree, and steal your food. Fennecs love         to play with all  kinds of toys (Watch out for toys that might strangle         them.),  chase you/other pets/their tails, and run faster anything I have          ever seen, thru your house.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DF: All of the above,  depends on her mood. But always highly aggressive         toward prey  items (i.e., rodents, rabbits, birds, etc.) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        JR:  Mostly mischievous and playful but will come up for a 10 second          to several minute pet or snuggle. Rule of thumb with any exotic...What          you put in is what you get out. In other words, how you treat  them will         have a lot to do with how they are. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         GC: Both. Mostly sweet, and very playful. Less tolerance for quiet          petting than rough housing. He prefers to wrestle and run most  times -         at least when he's awake.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How  destructive         are they for an average household? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         DB: I don't consider them very destructive. They do dig, and can          cause damage to your carpets, doors and window sills. If you have  an outdoor         pen, it'll need a bottom or they can dig out. They  can dig up to 20 feet         in one night. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DF:  Not very, unless you count pee stains. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        JR:  Somewhat like a puppy can be. If they are bored they will get          into trouble.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        GC: Not terribly destructive - no  chewing habits. Still, they dig         a lot, and this can kill plants,  scratch doors, pull up carpeting or wear         down couch cushions.         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do they         climb or tear up  furniture? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB: They don't tear up your furniture,  but will bury their food         in the cushions. Fennecs are quite  capable of jumping up high or climbing.         Actually I can't figure  out how something so small can jump so high. Fennecs         will climb  wire cages to get at prey species. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DF: Climb, YES!  Tear up, no not at all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        JR: Not really that I've  head of &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        GC: No climbing but a lot of jumping and  knocking things over.         Also, as stated before, the digging can  destroy things.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are there          any problems associated with their claws? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB:  Their nails need to be trimmed like a dogs. They are very sharp          and can scratch you good, especially when they are spooked. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         DF: Need to be clipped occasionally. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        JR:  No &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        GC: Occasional trimming prevents scratches.         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How messy         are their  droppings? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB: They are firm and solid like a  dogs. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DF: Doglike &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        JR:  Depends on what you feed them. Generally stool is stiff and          reasonably well formed. Veggies in Veggies out. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         GC: About like a small dog. The bad part is the urine - it can          smell bad sometimes.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can they          be litter box trained? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB: Yes, but not all  of them are. My little girl is 100% (I got         her at 4wks), but my  male is 0% (I got him at 3 mths-4 months), unless         you count the  whole house for him. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DF: Hahahahahahaha! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         JR: VERY challenging. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        GC: I've heard that  many (not all) owners of females have better         luck with litter  boxes than with males. Loki keeps his cage fairly clean,         but  outside of the cage, anything goes.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can  they         be trained? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB: Yes, they come when  their called, if your not trying to put         them in their cage. They  do dog tricks, understand no, and can walk on         a leash (Be  careful with this so they don't get away.), will listen most         of  the time. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DF: She will do things for immediate  personal gratification, such         as go in her cage for a cricket. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         JR: Never say never. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        GC: Somewhat. They  like routines, so that can work for you. They         are also very food  oriented, so will do many things for treats. They also         don't  have a large attention span, so it's not like a dog.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How  are         they with other pets, larger and smaller? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         DB: Fennecs are good with certain pets, like cats, some dogs, some          ferrets, some genets, and some coatis. You have to supervise  their play         so the fennec doesn't get hurt. They can't handle  rough play or they will         be hurt. Now they do play rough their  self sometimes, but they can't really         hurt these animals. I just  correct my fennecs when they get sassy so the         others don't get  mad at them. I don't allow my fennecs to play with rodents         or  birds, this is their prey in the wild. They will go after the even          if they are bottle feed babies, it's only natural. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         DF: Gets along with my 12-yr-old Golden Retriever because he  tolerates         anything. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        JR: A kitten can make a  wonderful best friend. Generally yes. But         take into  consideration what they might eat in the wild and plan accordingly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         GC: Loki loves the cat and chases (or is chased by) her. He also          loves to watch our small rodents, though I'd never let him  interact with         them - they are his natural prey animals. Birds  also would not be good         as companions for a fennec. From all I  have heard, fennecs like almost         all animals their size or  larger, even if that animal doesn't like them.                &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What          size cage do they need? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB: You can use a  kennel, triple deck cage, a room, or a carrier         (for when your  gone) if they have free reign. They need numerous toys,         a den,  they like hammocks (watch height), and have a fondness for blankets.          &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DF: I keep her confined in a giant-size dog  crate with a shelf         I added when I'm not here. Evenings, nights,  weekends--her "cage" is my         house. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        JR: I  feel like the large three story ferret cage works well. It         all  really depends on how much time they will be in it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         GC: Loki stays in a cat/ferret cage at night and when we are gone.          It has shelves, ramps, and places for him to hide in and sleep (he  especially         loves the hammock). Otherwise, he has free roam of  the house. He tends         to stick to certain areas - living room,  dining room, kids' bedrooms,         and occasionally the kitchen to  mess with the cat's food and look for         dropped food.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What          do you feed them? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB: They should be fed  Dry Wild Canid feed, with fruits, vegetables,         crickets, meal  worms, and eggs. They can also be fed live rodents, but         this  will cause their urine and stool to become strong smelling. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         DF: Raw rabbit/squirrel/mice, pulverized with the bones and cut          into fennec-bite-sized pieces, fruits &amp;amp; veggies, dry cereal,  Ensure, people         food, etc.; she also has dry dog food available,  which she buries in my         sofa but doesn't seem to actually eat,  and occasionally I'll offer some         canned cat food which she  usually snubs. NO CHOCOLATE. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        JR: I feed my  breeding fennecs a premium brand puppy food and mixed         veggies. A  pet will eat what you give it and anything it can steal. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         GC: Combination of dry puppy kibble, chunky canned cat food, and          frozen (thawed) veggies. Occasional fresh fruit and cereal for  treats.         He loves sweets like candy, pop, marshmallows, etc and  will steal them         if at all possible. Of course, these are not  terribly good for a fennec,         so this should be pretty rare for  those kind of treats. (We don't give         him candy or pop, but he's  pretty resourceful).        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What          vaccinations/vet care do they require? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB: This  should be discussed with an experience exotic vet. Normally          recommended is dog distemper, parvo, and rabies. All need to be killed          vaccines or they can kill your fox. Mine was dewormed with  strongid-p.         They should have yearly checkups, shots and stool  samples. They can be         spayed or neutered. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         DF: I have my vet give her dog shots: Recombitec 4-way and Imrab          Rabies.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        JR: A lot of vets recommend distemper.  This is something you should         discuss in detail with your vet and  arrive at your own conclusions. My         rule of thumb is if they  will not be exposed to it, don't vaccinate for         it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         GC: Basically like that of a small dog. Loki gets Parvocene,  Galaxy         D (distemper), and Imrab3 (rabies). He also takes  Heartguard to prevent         heart worm. They need a series of 3 each  of the parvo and distemper as         babies, then once a year as a  booster. Rabies is yearly and the heart         worm preventative I give  him every month, though it's probably only necessary         in months  that mosquitoes are out.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At what          age would it be best to get one?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB: A  bottle fed weaned baby would be best for the first time exotic          owner. Babies sold on the bottles to inexperienced bottle feeders can          die. This due to their strong their strong sucking and the formula  ending         up in their lungs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DF: I got mine  at 11 months and she is wonderful--now. The first         few weeks I  needed leather gloves to handle her. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        JR: With most  exotic the earlier the better but I have had fennecs          successfully bond as late as 5 months. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        GC: 5 to 8  weeks would be ideal, though before 8 weeks it involves         some  bottle feeding. Still, it helps them bond with you if they are younger.                 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other          Consideration for owners of fennecs? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB: Remember  Fennec Foxes are exotic pets, and will have some wild         instincts.  Also please don't keep these cute little creatures locked up          all the time. It's not fair to them and you would be missing out on so          much. Warning, if your fennec bites someone, rabies shot or not,  in most         states they will take your pet and kill it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         DF: Her motto is, if something she does bothers me, that's my  problem,         not hers. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        JR: Kids, regulations. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         GC: They are not dogs or cats - though they have qualities of  each.         They are still wild animals and will act on instinct.  Punishment doesn't         work very well as a deterrent. You simply  have to be patient and accept         them if they are not exactly what  you thought they'd be.        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What          kind of person should own these animals? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DB: I  think most people who love animals would do fine with a fennec          fox. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        DF: PATIENT, TOLERANT, high pain threshold &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;         JR: Again, this is one of the best pets in the exotic industry.          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