Pets

It’s been a weekend for pets around here.  Yesterday Hannah went to a birthday party, and the children all got fish to take home.  That’s right, fish.  Now that’s all very well, but being the soft hearts that we are we’ve spent all weekend feeling very sorry for this poor goldfish that’s stuck in a little jar with nowhere to go.

So, yes, looks like we’ll have to go out and get her some better living quarters.  I hear there are some sales on at the pet store, so we’ll have to check it out tomorrow.

I’ve included a picture of Hannah’s fish here (I’m not sure if it has a name yet, though I think the very original “Blackie” is currently in the running), so that, if it actually happens to survive (we don’t have a lot of hope really), we can remember from where it came, and how its lot has improved.

 Doesn’t she just look like she’s saying,”Please, let me out of this prison!”?

Today our friend Sheena came and brought the second pet.  It’s a fake dog named Princess, with its very own carrying bag, leash and doggie-jacket.

Pets aren’t actually allowed in our apartment, but I don’t think fish and fake dogs count.  We’ve also had sea monkeys, I might as well admit it.  And the occasional bug.

Now, originally we thought that the dog would be Dad and Mom’s favourite pet because it’s fake and therefore doesn’t require the care that messy goldfish require.  However, we’ve noticed that it sheds.  So I guess Hannah will have to pull out her vacuum and be responsible for the new pets that she’s caring for.

As long as she doesn’t vacuum the wrong pet.  That could be a disaster.

Anyway, I’d better go.  It’s time to get the children to bed.  The pets may just have to fend for themselves for now.