Thursday, March 17, 2011


I needed a fishA beta fish to be exact.  I wanted this fist to swim in a bowl which I already owned and be a centerpiece of a table decoration at C's birthday party this weekend.  Something fun.  Something to talk about.  I figured C might like to watch the fish swim too.

The family was out and about and I asked to go by the pet store and pick up my beta fish.  (I had already gone to Wal Mart against my better judgement because they used to sell fish but not anymore). 

At Pets Mart we were greeted with a wide variety of fish.  Mike decided that a goldfish was a better choice for us and I picked out the very special goldfish that would live in the bowl which I already owned.

When the Pets Mart lady came to retrieve said goldfish she mentioned that goldfish would only live 2-3 years in a bowl and approx. 12 years in a tank.  She did not recommend a bowl.  I refrained from mentioning that I was just hoping this goldfish would last through the weekend and I was not planning on having him as a part of our family for the next 2-3 years much less 12 years. 

So what's the perfect fish for a bowl?  A Beta.  That's what I thought.  Back to the Beta section to pick out the perfect Beta.

While I'm looking at the fish trying to decide which color Beta would look work best with my party color scheme, Mike has found the cute Beta "tanks"... and the rocks.... and the plants....  In his opinion the bowl we have at home was not going to work for our new pet.  We needed this small glass box designed for beta fish. 

The helpful Pets Mart lady said that our fish would be "less stressed" if we had an ugly fake plant in the box. 

The last thing I want is a stressed out Beta.

So, we leave Pets Mart with a Beta, a Beta box, marbles, an ugly fake plant, Beta Food, and Beta Water purifier.  If we had stayed any longer we would have left with a giant tank that cleaned itself.

Does that look like a stressed out Beta? 

I didn't think so.

I wanted you to notice that this tank is no ordinary glass box, no.  This box came with it's own light.  A light that the Pets Mart lady said the fish did not need but it does reflect nicely off the blue marbles I picked for the bottom (they match the color scheme of the party). 

Our fish is a boy (of course) and since I did not get much of a say in his environment I figured I should get to name him- and I was going to pretend like he was a girl- the only girl in my household. 

Mike said since he was blue we should call him Dirk.  Cason said "Hi Dirk".  And that's how I lost that battle.

Cason does love Dirk.  He talked to Dirk more than he talked to me.  It's really quite cute.

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1 comment:

Dina said...

You and I think so much alike. It's ALL about the decoration. NOT about the stinkin fish! I always say, "form over function". I don't care if it works as long as it looks good. The rocks match your kitchen nicely!

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