Remember my bassett hounds? Betty & Chloe........gone. Remember my beautiful kitty? Violet......suicide (still angry with her.) Remember my betta fish, Wally & Wally Jr....lived long and prospered. Look at my gorgeous new betta. His name is officially Phloi, which means "beautiful gem" in his culture. I have americanized it to Floyd. He's going to live on my desk so we can chat every day and I can enjoy his beauty. When I picked him out today, he was flapping his gills in excitement.
I wanted to take them all home. Even the sad, the scrawny, the lethargic. I may open a betta rescue. They suffer in those tiny pet shop aquatic prisons. Liberate the bettas! Even if I had a house full, I wouldn't have pet hair, pet stink, discipline problems, need a fish door or a big fenced yard.
They love unconditionally. Yes they do. I can tell. I will change the motel website to say we are pet friendly. All fish in bowls are welcome.
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