Dojo With Mojo – The Day Our Pet Dojo Took A Walk On The Wild Side
Summary: No matter how bizarre and unlikely, you should take your child seriously when they insist the “impossible” is possible.
This story happens during our very recent and very long wet spring.
In you live in the bay area our spring was unusually wet. It seemed to rain at least once per week. Besides annoying it also destroyed about six weeks’ worth of strawberries at my favorite pick your self farm.
One weekend my buddy and his daughter we joining us for a trip over the hill. It was the usual “do something fun for the kids, get something to eat, then run errands at Fry’s and 99 Ranch Market” Saturday routine.
As usual, it was raining hard and my dojos were especially active. What’s a dojo? A dojo, also known as a weather loach, is a very cool eel like fish. They are exceptionally good natured and friendly. They’ll readily eat right out your hand. They also have the unusual ability to breathe air like a land animal. They don’t actually inhale and exhale. They take in breaths and then hold it in their intestines and slowly dissolve the oxygen. They get the name, weather loach, because of their erratic behavior with approaching storms. It seems they are especially sensitive to barometric pressure. In their native Asia they are used to dealing with their homes drying out and then becoming flooded again. I suspect they evolved this weather sensitivity as biological marker to induce them to get ready for rain and possibly look for a new home.
They are always active, and for a supposed bottom feeder, they spend more time at the top than any other fish I’ve owned. They are also expert jumpers. If there is an inch of open space at the top of the aquarium they will find it and eventually get out. Every dojo I’ve owned, since I was twelve years old, has escaped. Most of the time you find them on the floor hours later, dried up and covered in lint. However, just pick them up and throw them back in. They almost always recover and live long healthy lives.
So back to the beginning.
My buddy shows up and of course his daughter runs into our house and the two start playing. Even though we’ve told them we are leaving in two minutes, they still will squeeze in as much play time as possible.
After a few minutes, we break it up and pile into the car. We’re gone for five hours and it rains the whole time.
We arrive back at our house and the girls jump out and start playing in the water puddles. They’re having a blast when suddenly my buddy’s daughter yells out.
“Look, it’s a salamander!”
She’s points at a puddle right in front of our house. My daughter leans in close.
“That’s not a salamander, that’s a dojo!’
“No it’s salamander!”
“No, it’s a dojo, see the whiskers?”
“That can’t be a dojo.” I say.
“Yes it is. It’s a dojo!”
“No, I’m telling you it’s a dojo! Come look.”
So I go over to the puddle expecting to see a salamander.
“What the hell is that? Holy shit, that’s a dojo!”
It’s just swimming in the puddle with half its back sticking out. I scoop him up and go up the stairs, into the house an throw him back in the aquarium.
“That is unbelievable. Did you leave the house today?” I ask my partner.
“Nope. Been cleaning the house.”
“That means that this dojo had escaped in the morning, flip flopped through the house to the front door, and in the few minute while we were loading the car, managed to get outside, across the welcome mat, down the stairs and into the street where it found a puddle and decided to stay . Unfucking believable!”
I told you it was a dojo! But you wouldn’t believe me!”
“I’m sorry about that. Next time you insist that something is true, I’ll take you seriously even if it what you’re saying seems impossible.”
File Under: Trusting Your Child When They Insist Something is True Even if it Seems Impossible