Kids always want a pet it seems. My three daughters seem to rotate the duty of asking for a new pet, even though we have a miniature schnauzer named Harry and he's a good boy and not in danger of losing his role in the family. When I point out that we could just settle in and be content with Harry, they inevitably ask, "Ok, but when Harry dies, can we have a cat?"
I don't know whether to be upset, or just be thankful that they are forward-thinkers who are already planning for the future and setting lofty goals. It's the little things.
I finally caved and bought a fish. I too love aquatic life and supported the girls in their $4 decision to invest in Maddox the Betta. But here's why I'm having pet regret.