Daddy's Fish BowlA Clear View Of A Father's Family Experiences

I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaacccccccckkkkkkkkkk, did you guys miss me yesterday? Of course you did, how did you ever make it through that horrible work day without the joy of Daddy’s Fish Bowl?  I’m sorry about yesterday guys, just couldn’t muster up the strength to write anything with this stupid cold kicking my butt.  I’m still under the weather, but feeling a bit better today & I couldn’t leave you guys hanging for another day.  Enjoy!

Swimmy The Frog

Meet “Swimmy the Frog”, I’ll explain the origins of his name later.  Swimmy, is the latest addition to our family and more than likely soon to be the latest addition to our pet cemetery, which is located in our back yard.  Ty loves pets, but for some reason, he doesn’t love taking care of them.  During his short time on this earth the boy has had more critters, creatures, and four legged friends that the average person has in their lifetime.  I mean seriously, he’s had everything from turtles to grasshoppers and just about everything in between.  No matter the animal, insect, or rodent, they all have one thing in common: death, and an untimely one at that.

Swimmy the Frog was handed his death sentence this past weekend.  On Friday, he was unfortunate enough to be relaxing right outside of our house.  Fefe was heading to the store & as soon as she left, she came running back into the house to inform me that there was a frog outside & I should catch it for Ty.  If you could have seen her level of enthusiasm, you would have that the Frog was for her.  I guess that she’s become numb to the fact of having little critters & creatures inhabit our home.  In the past, she would firmly object, but living in a house full of boys she was always quickly overruled.  I guess her current mind state is, “if you can’t beat em, join em”.

So I go outside and capture the frog, bringing him into the house gave me the feeling of a guard walking an inmate down death row.  It was only a matter of time before he would croak (get it, he’s a frog & frogs croak).  You see, Ty loves the idea of having pets; he just doesn’t love the idea of taking care of them as much.  Sooner or later the glam wears off and the poor captive is neglected.  I promise you, there are so many bones in our backyard that the judge would probably deny bail if the CSI people came snooping around.  It kinda reminds me of that little girl Elmyra from the cartoon, Tiny Toon Adventures.  All of the animals were afraid of getting captured by her, because once you went inside her home, the chances of coming out were slim to none.

Elmyra, Oops, I mean Ty & Swimmy

Well anyways, the next morning Ty wakes up and sees his new frog; he’s absolutely ecstatic seeing as how his last two frogs died of starvation about 6 months ago.  We spend the morning at Pet Smart, picking out the necessities that will hopefully keep this frog around longer than a month and Ty couldn’t be happier.  Once we get home and set up Swimmy’s cell, oops I mean habitat, I ask Ty what is he going to name is new frog.  I don’t know why I didn’t just pick a name for him, because we spend the next 30 minutes going through some of the most ridiculous names I’ve ever heard.  I should of known better as previously he had a fish named, well none other than “Fish”.  The first name Ty picked out was “Frog that jumps” followed by “Frog that eats grasshoppers” (for some reason, he kept calling the crickets grasshoppers) after a few more of these “frog that” names I said, well how about I change your name to “Boy who eats pizza”?  Ty didn’t like that idea to much, so he went back to the thinking again to come up with a really good name.  After 5 minutes of being in deep thought, he finally shouted out: “Little Frog”, to which I responded, okay, he’s little frog so you’ll be little boy.  Not wanting to be called “little boy” he proceeded to stare intensely at the frog, so that he could pick a name that suited his personality.  He finally came up with Swimmy, because the entire time that Ty watched the frog he stayed in the water.  Ty said he must like to swim since he’s in the water, so we can call him Swimmy.  This name isn’t the best, but it serves its purpose.

Swimmy has been with us for 4 days now and Ty has checked on him several times each day.  He’s been making sure that there are still crickets in the tank and that Swimmy looks happy.  Maybe Swimmy will have a better fate than the many that have come and fallen before him, but only time will tell.  I’m thinking of taking bets on how long Swimmy will survive, any takers?