Sunday, July 24, 2011

Fish Bowl

To replace our beautiful Russian wolfhound that we had when we lived in Milwaukee, we have a little Betta fish. Sometimes it feels like he needs more care than she ever did. Towards the late afternoon in the summertime, the sunlight hits the fish bowl in such a way as to project a heavenly feel across the floor. The little fish turns red from blue as he passes though the sunlit water at just the right time. A fish is not a dog, but they have their own personalities. One can get very attached to any pet, regardless of where one lives.
The sunlight hits the fishbowl

And brightens up the corner

And George turns red from blue

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