I have always wanted a Betta fish. I think they are beautiful and soothing to watch. My passionate PETA self justifies having one because they are Japanese puddle fish and enjoy living in small spaces. In order to make myself feel better when I lost my job, I adapted one from PETCO and named him Herbert. I really enjoy watching him swim and talking to him in his tank while I attempt to cook. Although I have to admit it feels wrong admiring Herbert while preparing fish.
The other day it was his turn to eat. I opened the top of his tank and he jumped out. Herbert landed on the counter and than fell onto the floor. He was flopping around on the ground between the dogs' dishes while they were eating. I started to screech and tried scooping him up. My Yorkie started barking at either the fish or the unnatural sounds coming out of my mouth. The Silky took this opportunity to eat his brother's food while we were distracted. Thankfully they did not try to eat him. After multiple attempts, I was successful in catching him in my hands and putting him back in his tank. Once he was back home, he ate his blood worm food like nothing had happened.
Success of the Day: Learning from Herbert that sometimes you need to take a leap of faith
Pink Inspiration: My pink cell phone that I wanted to use in order to call 911 during the all the chaos
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