06th July 2021 – Pet Perils: Part Two

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Contains some strong language. 

I wish I could say that all of my problems were behind me. I hoped that an 80% water change would fix the issue and what remains of my shrimp would be swimming around, happy, healthy and active. When I peered into the bedroom aquarium though, my enthusiasm was quickly diminished.

There on the gravel lie another tiny blue shrimp body, and as I moved to net it out, another drifted up in the flow. “Eleven” I whispered to myself grimly, there was just one left.

I opted for another, slightly less dramatic water change, just 50% this time. I set up another drip acclimatisation using a jug, some air tubing and a clothespeg. As simple as it was, I was quite pleased with my contraption and just how well it worked. Every now and then I popped back to top up the water feed.

My drip acclimatisation set-up – yes, it took a while!

Sadly though, before I was finished, I lost two more shrimp. Maybe it was only eight over the last few days, but now it was all twelve in total. All that was left, I was sure, were the three that I had to start with.

I flopped onto the bed for a while, sad and defeated at the situation. I’d done all that I could to prevent losses, and yet still, I’d lost all of the shrimp that I’d ordered anyway. To be honest, it was kind of heart-breaking to net out all of the tiny little blue bodies, all curled up and lifeless. Even if I shouldn’t, I still blamed myself regardless. I’ve not had much luck keeping shrimp and I’ve done everything that I was supposed to do. Everything until now that is, apart from the drip acclimatisation during water changes.

Is that what has really been killing them?

In a way, it felt daft to cry over shrimp. Most people would cook shrimp without a second thought, and yet here I was, crying about them. It’s a wonder by now how I haven’t driven myself vegan – I can’t touch prawns since keeping shrimp, and I can’t help but think pigs are a bit like dogs, too. Damn my empathetic nature!

While I waited for the next lot of water to drip back into the tank, I decded on exercising little Hugo. Bless him, he seems much brighter today and oh so eager to play. As he took up his position to catch the first ball though, I noticed something on his leg.

Is that… blood?

“Umm, what’s that on your leg there, buddy?” I asked, as though Hugo would answer. Dog accosted and upended, I could confirm that it was indeed blood.

Fortunately, despite a clipping of the area and some gentle bathing, I was able to confirm that it was also superficial. Most likely, he’d jumped up at the shelf unit to fetch a tennis ball, and he’d caught himself on something in the process. When I looked, sure enough, part of the vinyl trim was peeled back.

I tried six times to dress and bandage the wound, all competely in vain. If nothing else, then I can add “bathe the dog’s leg” to my list of to-do’s for the next week. On the plus side, the satellite reception in our living room is much better than usual.

It never rains.

4 thoughts on “06th July 2021 – Pet Perils: Part Two

    1. Thank you. I seem to have lost the last lot I bought as well so I think this weekend, once finances are a little bit better, I’m going to pick up a copper test kit and a TDS (Total Dissolved Solids) pen so that I can test my water quality and make sure I’m not missing anything, though again, I’m left with original three so I think my shrimp guy has some weak stock and my water quality is absolutely fine. Luckily, my original shrimp guy is selling again and his seemed a lot stronger so I’ll probably use what I learned in recent months and go back to him. Persistent? Who, me? 😉

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