the Pet Drama Continues

I am waiting for the end of the frog drama.  Remember when I had that great idea to get Ben fish instead of a Chik-Fil-A milkshake?  Trust me, it would have been a better decision to buy milkshakes for each of my children plus all our friends than to buy those fish $5 treats for the frogs.  Because they’ve both been eaten.  After Finbar was eaten, we looked into the tank each day with a bit of trepidation, and on Saturday morning the horrible but inevitable had happened.  Flipper was gone.

That does not put us back to where we began, however, because now we not only have frogs we do not care about, we also have a heater, an extra filter, pH neutralizer, and the pending expense of mailing the murdering fiends frogs back to Grow-A-Frog by priority mail.  Plus I’m still waiting for the piece from Marineland that is supposed to fix our first filter.

Pets are a Pain in the Wazoozle.  The frogs and fish are/were bad enough, but dogs.  Dogs!  Don’t get me started.  Okay, since you are so curious, I’ll tell you about a dog in my acquaintance.  Yesterday afternoon a white pit bull was found on my porch. The short story is the dog, whose name is Chloe, is deaf and mute.  --What is the point of having a pit bull that cannot hear intruders, cannot bark to warn you of them if she happens to see one, and would rather play with them than bite them anyway?!?!  At least I know when she follows me on a run, which she has done before, I’m perfectly safe.