September 21, 2017

2 Crabby Years

My 2 year gotcha day was just last week, and now it's been 2 years since my mom brought her hermit crabs, Brigadier and Lola, home! These photos are from a few months ago so the crabs are a little bigger now and Brig is in a different shell. Anyway, happy gotcha day, Lola (in the first pic) and Brigadier!













September 20, 2017

700 Posts!

OMD!

This is my 700th post!

Thank you for all your support, my friends.

Just wait till we get to 8700!


September 19, 2017

Talk Like a Pirate Day 2017

Sing it with me, me harties!

87 bottles of beer on the wall,
87 bottles of beer
Take 1 down and pass it around
87 bottles of beer on the wall!

Ahoy, amigos! (Oh, wait, that's spanish...)

I was shivering my timbers when I heard Talk Like a Pirate day was jus' 'round the corner!

This fine cur right here goes kookoo bananas for a holiday like today.

I'm the most grog-filled fellow when it comes to Talk Like a Pirate Day, but I ain't 'bout to waste all my time with you scurvy fellows, I'm off for a walk! (Not down the plank, I reckon!)


September 18, 2017

Puppy Playtime

These aren't the best pictures, but I love playing with my Dachshund puppy pal, Mister!
















September 17, 2017

Thank You, Blogville!

Every now and then, I contemplate my life and everything I'm thankful for.

I just wanted to let you guys know how pawsome it is to be part of this community! Blogger friends are FOREVER! Blogville is the world's best kept secret!

I'm proud to be a member of Blogville, and I'm glad we're blogging through life together!


September 16, 2017

Scuba + Azalea

My mom's beloved Betta fish whom she had since February, Scuba, sadly passed away due to his internal illnesses on September 6th at 1:45 a.m.

My mom tried everything to save him over the course of many months, but nothing worked.

Scuba seemed to be acting better a few weeks ago, but all the sudden was couldn't swim upright on the 5th and didn't want to eat or move around much.

My mom thought she would end up humanely euthanizing him as there are ways to do so on a fish, but Scuba ended up dying naturally.

My mom stayed up with Scuba while he was dying and held him for in his tank for over an hour until he took his last breath.

Scuba will always be remembered and is no longer in pain and is now as bright and fully finned as he once was. He is buried in a nice spot with a view of the house in the front yard by some bushes that will probably bloom with flowers in the spring.

Here's Scuba in full health in April, on his final day, and in his resting place. Last name is blocked out for safety purposes.












My mom will never love another fish like she loved Scuba. He was her heart fish, just like I'm her heart dog, and she misses him a whole lot and wishes she could save him.

However, my mom also missed having a finned friend around.

So she cleaned all of Scuba's things (tank, heater, filter, etc.) with a bleach and water solution and rinsed a million times to make sure no bleach residue was on anything.

She wanted to make sure everything was super clean in case Scuba had anything contagious he could pass on to another fish. My mom stashed away Scuba's cleaning siphon, his leaf hammock, the cup he came in and went in for water changes, and she also saved his heart cave and put it beside his grave with flowers in it.

She wants to make sure she doesn't use things that were very special to him that she should only use to remember him.

My mom got new plants and other things for the tank and new fish, and on Thursday she brought home a beautiful female Betta.

My mom was hoping to get a female Betta to avoid fin problems with a long-finned male Betta, and she didn't need to look long when she saw this pretty girl. She was so feisty and active it would seem wrong not to get her!

Without further ado, meet Azalea Quest, also known as Azzie.































Azalea is the complete opposite of Scuba. She zips around all day, she's aggressive, feisty...she is also a lot more curious and alert, although Scuba did have those qualities in his better days.

It was great for my mom to see Azzie exploring her tank once she was first released into it. After all, all Azzie knew was the cold, tiny cup in the pet store, not a 2.5 gallon heated, filtered tank with plenty of places for her to hide and explore!

My mom doesn't have any photos of Azzie that are very good yet because this girl is nonstop action, but here's her tank setup and a photo of her on her first day home.

















My mom will always miss her Scoobs, but she's very excited to welcome Azalea home!