I assumed I would always have animals when I grew up. Pets are just a normal part of any family, right? It was working at a vet's office that ruined me. Or having kids. I can't really decipher which squelched all desire to have a pet as they kind of fall near each other on my life's timeline.
Fast forward to Saturday. We became the lucky recipients of a casualty of moving. My neighbor didn't want to transport one lil fish 3 hours. I understand that a fish really doesn't qualify as a pet. However, it is a step in the right direction. Even my kids have picked up on the fact that this one little fish could be a trial run at pet ownership. They're wrong, but in theory, it could be.
I think the fish likes me. He swims right over, any time I'm near. It's almost like he's wagging his little tail at me. :) Can you imagine how loved I would feel if I owned an actual pet?
The two little boys are quite enamored. Especially Felix. All day long, "I'm gonna go check on the fish!"He has three names; Spike, according to Simon; Weedack, is Felix's made up word name for him; and Shi-She is what Titus squeaks at the top of his lungs. Ironically, it sounds an awful lot like sushi.
Simon is very much over the fish. Yesterday, he walked over to the tank, turned, shaking his head and sighed, "I wish we could have a dog."
After mentioning to Felix, "We only feed him a little bit. If he eats too much, he'll die." His response, "Then we can have a dog!"
In my attempts to keep my little Darla from dumping the whole tank, I've grown to appreciate the simpleness of the little guy. If Felix outgrows his allergies and we can stay put for a bit, and they breed a dog that doesn't shed, bark or poop, just maybe...