Meet... Mouse???

It all began a couple weeks ago when we discussed getting Lauren a pet fish. Her momma would love a dog (rather, bring ours back home from Nana's house) , but daddy has taught her that dogs poop, and therefore she shouldn't want one. So now whenever we see a dog, she's immediately looking at their trail, searching for poop. Niiiice.

Anyways, with a canine companion outta the question at this point, a quiet and discreet-pooping fish is what we got. So on Sunday, we all headed to Petsmart where we let Lauren pick out the fish. I had hopes she'd pick a pretty Beta. Ya know, the kind with colorful long tails that swish and swoosh as they swim. Instead, she picked the most homely fish of the bunch. He's the color of vomit. No, puke sounds more disgusting. Yes, he's the color of puke. That's what I get for letting a 2 year old pick out our new pet.

After picking him out and buying his supplies, Lauren and the Hubster set up his new home.


It was at this point we asked what his name was. I was thinking "Nemo", "goldie", "fishie" or something along those lines. Nah, not our daughter.

"Mouse", she replied.

"Mouse?", we ask. Surely she wouldn't want to name him something from the vermin family. I'm thinkin' she's mistaken. She's just got her animals mixed up.

"Mousey-Mouse", she replied again.

A fish named Mouse. Alrighty then.


After letting his water sit overnight to become room temp, we moved him into his humble abode and then fed him his dinner:


Since rodent mouse has been in this home, the new "thing" to do is feed him. Seriously, he'd be a whale by now if we allowed her to feed him every time she requested to. For now, he's on a strict "two pellets of food per night" rule. And tonight after her bath, she remembered and asked to feed him his dinner:



His meal was followed by a "good nigh, Mouse!" and a few kisses on his tank. I'm sure there's nothing he'd rather see than some giant puckered lips coming at him in his tank. That positively gave him some very sweet dreams.