It turns out we are the proud new parents of one 11 year old neighbor's betta fish for the next ten days. In addition to our angels Zachary, Marty and Cooper, we now have a little betta fish pet to take care of. Mrs Happy is quite nervous. She's had a few fishies die in her lifetime. She knows how delicate they can be.
The kid isn't worried though. He says just feed the fish two to three pellets of food every day and the little fella will be fine. Feed him anymore and he'll have poop floating all over the place. I'm sure cleaning the fishbowl isn't like picking up dog poop.
We don't need to wake up one morning to find a dead betta fish floating in the water. I think that would crush the spirit out of that little boy. And Mrs Happy might get a bit teary eyed too. So swim little betta fish. Be happy. And whatever you do, don't die on us.
If you'd like to say a prayer on behalf of our pet fish parenting abilities, please do so now at your convenience. Thank you.
If you'd like to say a prayer on behalf of our pet fish parenting abilities, please do so now at your convenience. Thank you.
