My New Fishy...Named Fishy

Throughout my childhood I've had may fish, and well I guess that means I've also killed many fish.  Before moving away from home for university, I decided I would want to get a fish to keep me company (since it's the only type of pet allowed) while I'm away from my family. I unpacked my fish bowl, and a few weeks later I found a pet store.  When I first bought 'Sergeant McShineysides' he was a very lively blue beta, who would always eat his food.  All was great till I took him back home with me for thanksgiving.  I'm not sure if it was the stress of the car trips, but he stopped eating, and soon after getting back from home he died.

Yesterday I bought fish number two.  His name is 'Fishy', and he is a little cutie.  Fishy is much smaller than Sergeant McShineysides, so he eats less, but he is still very active; fishy never stops swimming around his little fish bowl.  While in the bag before I put him in the bowl, Fishy fell off of a five foot tall T.V. stand.  It scared me, and I'm so glad the bag didn't pop.  I feel bad for setting him on the T.V. stand, but Fishy seems to be doing great, so hopefully the fall won't affect his life span!

F.Y.I. Taking photos of a fish is hard!