A couple of summers ago I wanted a chocolate lab so badly. I was going to name it Guinness Bailey (Irish Car Bomb, anyone?) and put cute green collars on it and spend all my extra money on it.
Instead, I got a beta fish. He's blue and green and his name is Guinness Bailey (Guinny for short).
I got pregnant three months later. I'm so glad I chose the fish. A baby and a puppy? No, thanks.
One time I dropped him on the counter when I was changing his water and didn't want to touch him so I used an envelope to pick him up and put him back in his bowl. I was shrieking the entire time and my roommate never came out of his room to see if I was okay. He said, "I thought if you were really hurt you would call my name." Men. Anyway, this all happened on March 16th. I call that a St. Patty's Day miracle! It happened well over 20 months ago and he's still swimming along.
[caption id="" width="500" align="aligncenter" caption="Uncle Michael. You don't want him around in a fish emergency."][/caption]
I made a deal with Clay (who cares if he's only 15 months and doesn't understand) that we could get a puppy when he's potty trained. He'll probably want to name it something stupid like Elmo. Sigh. I don't really care though. I have puppy fever.