My parents bought me a fish for Christmas because I told them that I missed having a pet in my dorm room. He’s a blue and red betta and I named him Puppy, following my new tradition of naming animals after other animals as I had done with my cat, Birdie.
Yesterday I went to the store to buy Puppy a bigger bowl and I was one block from my dorm before I tripped, fell, and shattered the bowl. I saw myself falling and I was so close to putting my hand right through the glass(oh imagine the horror of not being able to knit!). So Poor Puppy is still in a vase.
Today I went to change his water and just as I tipped the vase to pour him into his net(the net is too big to fit into the vase), he JUMPED. smack! right onto the bathroom counter. I think my poor fishy has a death wish. He gave me the cold shoulder for about 15 minutes after his little brush with fate, but he seems ok now, swimming about and showing off. Poor little guy nearly gave me a heartattack! I don’t think I would ever hear the end of it if I weren’t able to keep a fish alive for more than a month:aww: