Happy Birthday Betta Fish!

Blog:  So, did you do anything special for your birthday?

Fish:  Nah, not really. Same ol’ same ol’, really. Just swam around, did a couple of laps, took a nap behind the filter, you know how it is. Nobody sang…not that I would be able to hear it, and cake wouldn’t work too well underwater, ya know?

Blog:  So how was your first year of life?

Fish:  Good, good, can’t complain. I’m a pretty easy going fish, just keep me fed and I go about my business. I have my swimming spurts and my lazy periods. I get fed every morning, 5 pellets or so, and sometimes I get a little extra, especially when I get a visit from Michelle, I think her name is. She must be the stork or something; she delivered me in this little container before I moved into my current home. My pad is pretty nice – not too small, plenty of things to swim around.  The WORST is when the water gets a little stale, ya know? I start swimming around in my own filth…it doesn’t get too bad, but then SWOOP!  Next thing ya know, I’m in this little container, just swimming in a little circle! I get pissed! Once I tried to bust open the lid but all that did was give me a headache. And then I get dumped back in…every time I feel like it’s the end! I start swimming towards the light, against the flow, and the SPLOOSH…back home, clean water, and I guess my owner feels bad enough and I get an few extra pellets. Other than that, not too bad. Sometimes it’s hard to tell when it’s morning; I guess the people who run the building turn the air off at night and so my home is all dripping wet with condensation in the morning. Yes, I’m complaining about dripping wet. Deal. (smiles)

Blog:  How does your owner treat you?

Fish:  He’s a’ight…he’s cool, he treats me pretty well. [Ed. Note:  you didn’t think I was going to bash myself, did you?]  Actually, he cracks me up. Many a time, I’ll look over, and he’s sitting as his desk, muttering to himself and just shaking his head over and over and over again. It makes me dizzy, and I spend all day swimming in circles, ya know what I’m sayin’? And I don’t know what a jackass is, but he seems to use that word a lot.  Then he’ll just stare at me, like he wants to just hop in and hang out, right? He wouldn’t really fit though. HA! Jackass this, are you kidding me that…it makes me laugh my fins off. You know, LMFO! Sometimes he leaves me for longer than normal but a few of his friends make sure that I’m fed. 

Blog:  If you could wish one wish, what would that be?

Fish:  It’s been SOOOO long since I was in a fight…man, I miss the days. I wish another fish WOULD be dropped in here…it would be ON!! See, of course, I’m a fighter, not a lover. Who wants to see two fish lovin’ up on each other? How do we do it, anyway? But fighting? It’s in my gills…I’d be like Rocky vs. Clubber Lang…you know, pow pow and cue the music!

Blog:  Well, we’re out of time, any last words?

Fish:  Just want to give a shout-out to Nemo; he’s the one that really made this all possible. And boycott all carnival fish…they’re inhumane! Like little fish factories…let them free!! Remember kids, keep reaching for the stars and life is swam one stroke at a time.