One Fish, Two Fish

Goldfish..... No fish!

That's the Wood luck.

We compromised a week ago Saturday to bring our first pet(s) into our home. Ryan has often asked for a dog, or maybe a cat... and recently he started the fish question. He's one smart kid. Dad doesn't care for dogs or cats, Mom's allergic to cats... so why not a fish. Nobody here's allergic to them.

So, we come home on Saturday with a bowl, some fancy rock, a little fake water plant, and a cute "No Fishing" sign, some fish food, and two little goldfish- name Goldie and Buster. We thought we followed all the pet store directions. But Goldie was floating on her side by the time I got home from scrapbooking late the following Friday night. Ryan and Steve obviously didn't tell them good night that night or they would have been in for a surprise. Not even one week. I didn't even capture them on camera for the scrapbook! It was a little tough on Saturday morning, but we made it... after some tears. Ryan wanted to give Buster back to the store so he wouldn't die too. We were hopeful.... telling him that Buster could live a lot longer. Well, you guessed it. He was lying at the bottom of the bowl by Sunday afternoon. Yes, we had changed the water, not overfed, drawn them pictures, talked to them.... who knows? We obviously are not meant to be fish owners.

After the second round of sadness lightened and several theological questions about pets and their salvation, Ryan says...."see, I knew we should have gotten a dog!"