The Fish Tank

            My children want another pet.  Please note we already have an elderly and possibly senile boxer, a grouchy and perpetually hungry weenie dog and two possibly illegally obtained red bellied turtles.  And we still live in a tiny three bedroom, one bath home.  This frazzled Mommy desperately wants to know, why do I need yet another mouth to feed and butt to clean up after? 

            Now I’ll be honest I am also a pet person.  I love my starving weenie dog and I’ve developed a soft spot for the turtles, I mean they were smaller than quarters when we got them!  And the boxer is a loveable oaf but enough is enough!  We are not running a boarding house for every furry, feathered, or scaly creature under the sun!  The Mommy has spoken.                                    

            So we are now the proud owners of a three gallon fish tank. Yeah, so much for putting my foot down.  The children are thrilled!  My hubby took the kids shopping for the aquarium and they brought home the first fish the other night.  Last night he brought home another bunch of little plastic bags with more flashing bursts of color inside.  We have a Siamese fighting fish, named Harry and a snail, named Gary (after SpongeBob’s snail), five little blue stripy fish, named the Hendersons and a sucker fish, named Janitor.  The names are entirely my hubby’s doing.  He’s never been so excited in all of his life as the day my dear little Logan came home from school and announced he wanted a fish.  My hubby if left to his own devices would have aquariums and terrariums set up on every flat surface of this house.  I am just waiting to see how the body count ratchets its way up.  Already Porter has shoved a couple of spit wads in the feeding hole of our enclosed tank because the fish “looked” hungry and worked the top off and shoved a hand into the tank to “pet” Gary the snail.  Yeah, this is gonna end well….

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