Friday, August 24th, 2007
So, Mad Madam M’s mom (say that 10 times fast) is allergic to animals. This means M grew up with out the magic of animal hair all over her bed, and no poop in the backyard or litterbox to scoop. You know, the awesome part of being a pet owner.
She decided to retire her title of lest pet having woman and get an animal. One that wouldn’t kill her mom’s allergies. A fish, in fact. Probably one of the most entertaining shopping trips I’ve ever been on when she went to the pet store to get fish food and everything she would need to care for her new pet.
I give you, my new godson: MacTaren. (Suitably named after the hero of one of her bad men-in-skirts-I-mean-kilts romance novels)
