My husband and I bought 3 goldfish last night. The goldfish are our first pet together! (Can fish really count as a pet?) I have never been able to keep goldfish alive. But- we were at Walmart last night and they were only 28 cents each! So, we got three. We have only named one so far- his name is Frampton. (I know, weird.) Well, when we got them home, we transferred them into the little fishbowl that we had. We then thought we would feed them a little. Well, they didn't eat. They just left it there. I guess they get fed at night at Walmart. So, there is all this food floating around in the fishbowl. Lovely. Along with their poop. We didn't get any rock pebbles because we thought it would be harder to clean that way. Well, I would rather it be harder to clean then to see their little poop on the bottom of the bowl. (TMI, sorry.) Anyway, I guess it's still fun that we have a pet now.
When I was younger my mom hated pets. Mostly because I had a handicapped brother that can't walk and he gets scared of pets. Regardless, my dad brought home a puppy one day. My mom was out of town for the day so my dad took advantage of it and bought the puppy. It was a half beagle/ half English pointer. (It was ADORABLE!) Us kids were in love with her- and named her Annabelle. She was so cute. We played with her all day. She was so little and wasn't potty trained so my dad made us keep her in the garage in a bed overnight. When my mom got home late that night, she was LIVID. She was so mad. She told us that we had to get rid of the dog the next day. Well, after she played with it for a little bit, she started liking it. We kept her as an outside dog- but it was winter and it was soo cold. The neighbors dog was a beagle (and a girl) so our puppy would run over there for the night and sleep with her in her dog house. If we wanted to play with her, we would call her over and she would come right back. She listened to us really well, but we could not potty train her. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't. Anytime we would let her in the house, she would poop. All of us kids were in school and my mom worked full time- so my mom wanted to get rid of the dog since she didn't think we took care of her enough. My parents sold her to some latino family and I cried and cried the day she left. Ever since then, I told my self that I would get a dog the day I moved out on my own.
Well now, I live on my own with my husband. We still don't have a dog. Reason being: we live in an apartment that doesn't allow pets. (Does that mean a fish is breaking the rules?) The day we get a house, I'm getting a puppy.
So, what's your experience with pets? Good, bad?
Anyway, I am excited about having fish. Hope I can keep them alive.
*I posted this on the mom blog for cedar fort but thought I would post it on here too.