We had a couple of sad events take place this weekend. For Lizzie really, and by extension of her pain, for me too. Javier takes a more realistic "tough guy" approach. Lizzie and I had a couple of minutes to spare between taking our cans & bottles to the recycling depot and moving on to the birthday party, so we decided to visit the puppies at a local pet shop. Little Lizzie fell head over heals in love with a little puppy. She knew in her little heart that we were not going to get a puppy, but you can't control your heart right?
We travel far too much to bring a puppy into the house and we don't think it would be fair to kennel a dog. However, the look on her face almost made me want to go over to the counter, plunk down my credit card, and prepare for some hardcore puppy training. That was my mother instinct. Thankfully, my practical instinct kicked it and made me realize how mad Javier would be to come home to a puppy!
She was pretty subdued for the rest of the day and even the following morning. I asked her what was wrong and she said, with a big fat tear running down one cheek, "I think I have a pretty bad case of puppy love". Awww.
The puppy above is similar to the one in the store. Image source: http://members.shaw.ca/crystaljems
We left the puppies and moved onto another pet store that specializes in fish, so Lizzie could spend some of her "hard-earned" recycling money on some fish for her aquarium.
She saved her money and bought her own tank at the beginning of January, along with Tom & Jerry (in above picture). I thought this was a great idea, until I realized I'd be the one cleaning the tank. Oh well, anything for the little girl right?
Anyway, she's had the tank for over a month and she wanted a couple of new fish, which she purchased. We followed the store's instructions and released the fish into our tank. One did a couple of loop-de-loops and promptly flopped down on the bottom of the tank, belly up. The other lasted for about 12 hours, before joining his dearly departed friend at the bottom of the tank. It was a sad, sad day. She christened them Chester and Brightheart before we surrendered them back to the store, because she felt they couldn't go to heaven without names. Again, awww.
All in all, it was not a successful weekend for pets. She's smiling again though. She never stays sad for long.
(side note: the store agreed to give us new fish once we fixed the water quality in our tank)