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.
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The sunlight hits the fishbowl |
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And brightens up the corner |
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And George turns red from blue |
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