Wednesday; April 8
Not long after our children left home our last pet – a cat named Oreo – left home as well. I have had dogs for most of my life and we have had other types of pets and livestock throughout the years (including a horse, a pig, rabbits and a guinea pig named Orson); but with the disappearance of Oreo, Jeane put the kibosh on any more pets – well, with one exception. I am allowed to have fish. We have an aquarium of tropical fish at the house and I have three betas (aka Siamese fighting fish) at my office named Larry, George and Michael. While I think a single tank with all three fish in it would look cool, I realize that these guys would not get along with each other. From what I understand about male betas, they would fight to the death and I wouldn’t have three fish anymore. Since I like all three of my fish, I keep them in three separate tanks and everyone seems to be content. Now, the reason I am introducing you to my fish is to relate another observation I have made in my li