Accident Fish

Last night, I became a fish owner by accident.

You see, a friends daughter is turning 12, and she's an animal nut. Since she's getting towards that age of maturity, I thought a good gift would be one that could test her responsibilities. An animal she can call her own, that's hers, that she takes care of.

So I got her a little tank and a Japanese fighting fish.

After all, it's only a fish. If she kills it, it'll be the toilets problem, and I know not to get her any more animals.

I usually see my buddy Thursday nights to hang out, shoot the shit, have a coffee and later a shot or three of whisky. So, last night being Thursday, I got the tank and the little cup the fish comes in and brought it home.

Of course, he was busy last night for the first time in about eight years. Go figure.

And of course, I was busy Friday and Saturday, him Sunday and well, you get the picture.

Now, part of her growing up responsibilities would be to properly prepare the tank, let it get to room temperature, add the proper chemicals, etc. etc. I couldn't let this fish swim around in the cup for the next week, cuz if it didn't die in a weeks time it would probably die shortly after I gave the thing to her. And then she'd think she was a fish killing monster who couldn't be trusted with any animal, sending her in a spiral of depression ending with her being an 18 year old pregnant meth addict stripper.

I didn't want to be the one responsible for that. Besides, that's her dads job (kidding! kidding!)

So, I prepped the tank, and am now a proud owner of a fish! I'll get the kid another next week.
Now, what should I name the fish? I was thinking of Fishy McFinnigan. Any suggestions?

Tell you what. I'd like some suggestions, and I'll pick the best ones and put it up on a poll to vote. Whoever wins gets me to guest blog for them! Or stay away from your blog forever, whichever you think might increase your blog's popularity.

Course, this all might be moot. I'm going out of town tonight for a bachelors party (I'm the best man) and will be gone most of the weekend.

Hopefully, Mr. McFinnigan (or whatever his name might be) will still be alive at that point, otherwise the contest will be moot!

Later all,

Spazoid

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