Monday, February 19, 2007

Take Time to Smell the Goldfish



He would sit there for hours, if you let him. I've had to drag him out of my friend, Stella's, bathroom, he loved those fish so much. I don't blame him, as I rather used to enjoy feeding old Crookmouth by hand, myself. Now they have a new home, but Duff still bursts into that room with an expectant heart. Poor little fellar. I should really get him a pet of his own.

5 comments:

GrizzBabe said...

I'm surprised he didn't try to eat them. Although, I guess dogs aren't really that into fish. Cats on the other hand...

kissyface said...

well, i feared it, and he certainly would have dunked his head had he not been reprimanded. the good thing about dogs is that they are, for the most part, tractable. unlike cats, who scoff at human rules. i love cats (less than dogs), but i would never trust them with anything that could be prey, including my hands and feet.

Mike said...

Why does your friend keep piranha in the bathtub? He does look happy, doesn't he? You're right about dogs, although our new chihuahua puppy doesn't seem to have been clued in on the rules. She seems to think she's a cat: a cat that likes to lick nostrils. Glad to be able to post here: Hi Kissyface! UF Mike

blue viere said...

Duff needs a pet!
It'll learn 'em some responsibility.

stella said...

Oh poor Crookmouth! He is missed.