I did too! Her name was Remington. She was a baby when I found her. She was the best pet. I would be working in my front yard and she would follow me around. People would drive by slowly I guess thinking I was about to be kamikazed.
she loved to run her fingers through my hair. But sometimes she was deadly. I couldnt go near her when she was in heat.
Well, the males get even worse during that time. "Rascal" was house broken and had his own bedroom. I would put "Rascal" outside during rut. My X-wife thought I was being mean until once during that time he put a canine tooth thru her shoe, big toe nail, big toe and out the bottom of the sole of her shoe. From then on she trusted my judgement of when it was time for him to be caged outside for about 6 weeks. Usually outside about this time of year actually.
He was about the size of my fist when we got him and we did enjoy him for about 4 or 5 years. Someone unlatched his cage one day and he must have followed some slut off into the wild.
Even though he was a lot of fun, I wouldn't raise another one and keep it.