My fish died tonight. I went out and came home to find my poor little fish at the bottom of his fishbowl, his gills inflated like balloons. I asked my grandma, and she said that when she was refilling his bowl, apparently she accidentally spilled a cup of cold water right over his head. I'm not mad at her though, because she sounded more devastated than I am.
|This is what he looked like. I just realized I never named him.|
While we're on the subject of pets, I'll sadly admit that I haven't had a dog since I was 7. We had a cute little border collie puppy before that, but he was a breeding dog by nature, and the neighbors complained of his barking, so we had to give him away. :( I was pretty devastated. After that, my dad refused to ever get a dog again. I guess he doesn't like the idea of a dog living in the house, and we don't like the idea of a dog always living outside, so we never got a dog again. I've always wished we had a dog, because I love how friendly and fun dogs are. We've had several cats, but I'll admit that cats are kind of boring. I love them nonetheless, but I've always wanted a pet I could be friends with.
(Can you tell I have no life?)
The past few years, I've had a growing appreciation for birds. Parrots, in particular. I've begged my mom for one, but she's never gotten me one. I finally went to the pet store and found a parrot I adored. He was so cute and colorful and he playfully bit my finger like a friendly little parrot. BUT (because there's always a but) he was $600, so I couldn't afford buying him myself. $600!!! Gosh.
|He kind of looked like this, but more colorful.|
NO THAT IS NOT IN HONOR OF RUPERT GRINT. IT ISN'T, REALLY!