R.I.P

Rest IN Peace Tiny Tim. YOu were a loved fish. YOur late night swims will be missed....

Someone Stole MY Dog...

HELP. What do I do??? SOmeone STOLE my doggie and WON'T give her back!!!! Ok, technically she was not my dog but in my heart she was ours 100%. She was sleeping next to my bed and I had already kissed her precious face a million times. Now what??

The story begins on a friday afternoon. Jason had off and we needed more fish so we were off to our favorite pet store. This place is great! The kids run thru as if they were in Disney world. Staring at all the "attractions." They have fish of all color and size, birds,frogs,snakes,lizards,spiders,mice,gerbils,cats,hamsters, and puppies!!! After my kids picked up (and dropped) a few little furry friends. We were off to see the puppies. In the window laid a cute tiny mini-schnauzer.(sp) We took her out and played. She was cute but we did not fall in love. We gave her back and went out for lunch. During our pizza fest Hubby and I chatted.

Me- "You know with 5 kids we are destined to get a dog. We can't NOT get a dog. That would be too cruel."

Hubby- "I know, I just don't want one. The schnauzer just doesn't do anything for me..."

Me- "I know...."

We left Stevi-B's full and confused.

Once we were home and the children were busy our search began. We decided to just pick a breed that would possibly suit our family. "WE are NOT getting one now..." Were our key words.

We stopped on Border Collie. The dogs were cute and the size were perfect. Hubby somehow reached the Carolina Border Collie Rescue. We searched thru the available dogs and came across a striking red wolf-like female. Her name is Selu. She was perfect. My eyes locked with hers and I read aloud her description..."blah blah blah, 4 years old, house trained,crate trained, knows commands, wise beyond her years,calm,great protector,great with kids...blah blah blah."

"SHE'S THE ONE" I yelled. Hubby commented on how beautiful and fierce she was. Even her name stood for something. Everything about her was perfect!

We got ready for bed and we headed in the bedroom.

"Oh hun. A dog like her would be a dream. I can see her protecting our children."

"Go ahead... fill out the application..."

I was as giddy as a schoolgirl. I quickly typed away and daydreamed on the ride up to the North Carolina mountains. She is being fostered there. I could not wait to hug and kiss her and welcome her into our family!!!

I checked my email all day. Waiting to hear back from her foster mommy. Finally the email came....

"She would have made a great dog for you but unfortunately she is in the process of being adopted...."

NOOOOO. I could not believe what I was reading. Her picture did NOT have an ADOPTION PENDING mark next to her. Why????

After a day or two I wrote her back.... If the adoption does not work out, please let me know!!!

The foster mom wrote back another kind email promising me to find me the perfect dog, Selu is doing wonderful in her new home and the adoption is being finalized.

I don't need help finding another dog. I already found her. Now what??? No other dog looks like her...My wolf baby.

We have decided to go thru with the application process anyway. We have a home visit in the near future and we will wait. We will work closely with the agency to find another dog. I doubt it will be possible to find another beautiful dog like my Selu. I will pray! I have faith that our perfect dog is out there somewhere... just waiting for our love....

So, if you have a wolf-like red dog that meets all of the above criteria, please let us know. We will adopt and love her.

In the meantime I will be sad =(. Someone stole MY selu and won't give her back.....

What About Bob???

Bob just got 2 new fish-lings. Yesterday Noah and Daddy went to the pet store and brought home a domino fish and a yellow and blue fish. We named them Oreo and tiny-tim. Bob is currently suffering from "only child" syndrome. He is biting and hitting and fighting. Bob is about to get a time out in a holding tank. We are currently under fish control to try and correct Bobs bad behavior. Tomorrow its time for a water change, perhaps a fresh,clean tank is all he needs to get his act straight.! One can only hope...

Gordon Must DIIEEE!!!

The first picture is Gordon... and we have all decided that Gordon must die!!! 3 days ago daddy surprised us with coming home with more fishes for the tank, as per my previous posts, 2 out of the three fish died and poor baby Thomas was left all alone in a big big new world. Well monday afternoon that all changed. With excitement and plenty of squeals we followed daddy upstairs and watched as 2 new fish entered our world. Thomas was SOOO happy. He swam out of his place of hiding and greeted the other yellow tailed fish (newly named Elmo) with fish hugs and kisses. They became besties and swam all over together. The other larger fish was named Gordon and was beating up on elmo. We thought it was due to the stress of the new tank and being in a very small plastic bag for hours. Gordon even turned BLACK because he was so angry.

The tank turned ugly last night. We had all just come home from a night of fun! We went Christmas tree shopping, singing carols and were full of excitement. I ran upstairs to the hall to rummage thru the boxes of holiday decor to find the tree stand. A Mothers intuition told me to just peek into Noahs room and eye the fish. I was so glad I did. Gordon forgot his nice pill and was viciously attacking a dying Thomas. That little poor T hardly had any fight left. He just sank to the bottom of the tank. He would gather enough strength to slowly try and swim around but then Gordon would shoot across the tank and start attacking him again. Right before my eyes he was losing his fight. I felt so helpless. I started shouting profanities at that mean ogre. I called for Jason who ran upstairs, I didn't want the kids to see a half eaten fish. Jason said a few choice words himself and quickly shoved his hand in the tank and scooped poor Thomas away. He is now is Fish heaven with James and Percy where no Gordons are allowed to enter!!!

This morning Emma and I watched as Gordon systematically began picking on Elmo. I banged on the tank but calmly told Emma there is nothing I can do, I can't stay here all day banging on the glass everytime they swim too close. In this case nature has to take its course and we will take it from there. Its a tough lesson for my 5 babies who all have such soft hearts. I will keep you updated on our fish-conditions. In the meantime I have to go plan dinner... we are havin a southern fish fry...oopps, I mean chicken fry, yeah thats right... a "chicken" fry...