Last month we added two more peeps to our family unit. Steve thought Aidan was more than ready to have his first pet, I on the other hand disagreed and knew that within a few weeks they would become my pets to care for. I sent Steve and Aidan out for dog food one Saturday morning and they came back with a fish tank set up as well as the dog food. I sighed and resigned myself to the fact that I was now the proud owner of fish babies. The tank was set up for almost three weeks before we eventually headed out and bought the fish, you could say I was delaying talking to Aidan about death for as long as possible.
You can only resist Aidan’s soft chubby little face saying “Where’s fishie’s Mumma?” for so long and I found myself spending another Saturday morning in a pet shop selecting fake ceramic logs and plastic ferns whilst Steve and Aidan played with the dogs toys at the other end of the store, completely oblivious to the whole fish thing. The tank Steve bought is nothing fancy, it’s plastic and it came with the basics you needed for under $50… oh and a dinosaur ornament which I’m 99% sure why Steve bought it in the first place.
We told Aidan he could have two fish so he pointed to the orange fish then to the black fish and ran off to play with a giant tennis ball. I stared at the tanks, I found it impossible to choose, all their little googly eyes staring back at me, flashing their fins about. Eventually I picked an orange one I liked, I felt he was unique, turns out he was a fantail and had been transferred to the wrong tank and cost almost twice as much, oh well he was ours. Then I picked out a little black dude who kept pecking at my finger through the tank, sold. We took our new little buddies home and transfered them gently into the tank.
Aidan LOVES them and gives them their every meal and every second Saturday he helps Steve clean the tank. We’ve had the fish for about six weeks now, I wonder how long it will be until he looses interest, but so far so good. When I was a teenager I had goldfish and they all died. When I moved in with Steve I bought a fighting fish and that died too. I was determined to stay out of it all, leave it to the boys and give the poor little things a fighting chance.
The tank is made of sturdy plastic and isn’t that big but a happy little home for two little fish. The kit came with gravel, the dinosaur, a filter pump, food, water conditioner and instructions that Steve instantly threw away. I bought some plants and the cute little peek-a-boo log for them to play in. Pretty simple, easy to clean and keeps Aidan happy.
It took Aidan almost two weeks to decide on names for them. We threw a few different options at him to see what would stick and it took awhile but eventually he chose…
“Dorothy” (just like Elmo’s fish)
“Bruce” (we have no idea)
Dorothy and Bruce live happily on our entertainment unit and there they will stay… for as long as possible, wish us luck!