My son asked for three fish from Santa this year. We spent the night in a hotel on Christmas Eve. Santa left my son a note on Day’s Inn stationary as a IOU good for three fish and a tank from the pet store. Today one of the fish died. It’s tough to get upset over a dead fish. I swear the other two remaining fish are happier with one less in the tank. They are swimming around in a joyful glee like manner that I have not seen them display before. That, or they are gasping to their last breaths of life and are also desperately trying to swim towards the light.
Nah, I say dead fishy was bringing them down.
My sister got a new puppy last week. Now, dogs I can see getting amped over, though I don’t have one myself. She is taking more care to display his arrival to her world with more detail than I did when my son was born. He is in puppy Kindergarten and now has a MySpace page of his very own. Here is what it says in his about me section.
“I am an Australian Shepherd/Blue Heeler. Humans call that a “Texas Heeler.” I am only three months old. I have never seen a mountain, but will totally feel at home in them. I don’t smoke or drink, but I won’t judge you if you do, as long as you don’t judge me for peeing outside.
Hey, let’s go outside. You have a smoke, I’ll have a pee… it’ll be chill.”
Yes, she’s nutty, my sister not the dog. I wouldn’t call her that but she rarely visits me here and won’t see this, so I will. If you want to visit Jasper the dog’s myspace page click here. And tell Jasper who sent you.