My younger sister in New York was a little distraught that I didn't post about the dead fish scenario of 2012 on my blog yesterday. Apparently Jacob, my god-son (that is dog spelled backwards), chose to clean the upstairs with a Clorox bottle, including Sean's first pet - a Beta fish he got at Christmas. Besides bleach on multiple surfaces, the most tragic result of this good intention was the accidental murder of a family friend (RIP, little guy).
So, Monday begins the workweek with another fish for Sean, but still no puppy dog for the Barnwell household.
No, I didn't post the story yesterday, but saved it for today. Dode fiske strommen ab (dead fish float with the stream). Poor Jacob...he was simply trying to help.
If they saved the dead fish, we could release it into the Long Island sound of Connecticut...but that would require them to visit me soon, before the dead fish smell arrives.
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