When we were leaving the pet store parking lot, Mr Moo accidentally got a bit stompy on the pedals. Since all that was keeping our new betta fish from an untimely demise on the floor of the car was a small plastic cup with a large hole in the lid, I was understandably a bit concern. In an attempt to bring Mr Moo's attention to the situation, I tightened my grip on the plastic cup and said, in my best Short Round voice, "Hang on, Dr. Jones! We goin' fo' a ride!" And, for whatever reason dumb names stick, it stuck. Say hello to Dr. Jones.

We got off to a bit of a shaky start (in addition to the bumpy car ride home) because he didn't want to eat his pellets for the first three days. Apparently, many pet stores spoil them with freeze dried blood worms and they can get finicky like that. Just when I was starting to get really worried, he got hungry enough and started eating them. He now gets several pellets, which he eats voraciously, every morning and one worm as a treat before bed at night. He seems to be settling very well into his new home. So much so he's begun building bubble nests. This was the beginnings of his first.

He's made a few other and decidedly larger ones over the past couple weeks. I hate to break it to him, but the cat and I are the only females around, and neither of us are planning to lay any eggs anytime soon.

Hey, baby! Check out my nest!