For months and months we've been promising to get Annabelle another pet. Each week when we head to Petsmart to pick up a 50 lb. sack of cat litter for our lazy, grumpy, continually puking 10 year old cat that will probably live to be 150 we peruse the "adopt a cat" section of the store and look at all the other "cool" cats and check out the cute cuddly puppies that the local shelter has in little cages at the front of the store knowing we will probably have grumpy old Walter forever. We walk through the tanks full of fish, crabs & frogs and promise each time that Annabelle will get a new pet "soon". Well, we decided it was time to buy a fish since grouchy old Walter won't let anyone pet, play or touch him (he's a real jerk most of the time but we continue to put up with him, guess we're true "animal lovers"). So, we bought Annabelle a Beta fish and she named him "Pico de Gallo" or "Pico". So far she's been feeding him and taking care of him, even when she fell off her little tikes chair tonight while looking at him and almost knocked out her front teeth.
