Strange Way to Start a Saturday Morning
Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 10:29 am
Not sure where to put this. Figured I would Share.
I woke up this morning and was not greeted by my little blimp happily begging for attention. After scouring the tank I found him at my feet on the carpet. He had to be out of the tank for at least two hours before I found him. Finding him resulted in a flood of screams of anger, I love this little guy. I have come home to a dead GSP once before. And he felt exactly the same lifeless. I carried him to the bathroom and placed him on the counter then returned to my room to continue carrying off in a fit on anger. After few minutes that had subsided and I returned to the bathroom to make the crappy decision (no pun intended) to bury or flush the little guy. I have had this guy for quite a while and decided to bury him. But at this point hes covered in carpet lint and hair. So I stop up this sink and fill with water. The little guy is placed in and his dorsal fin started to move with the water. My heart sank seeing him look to be alive for a second, then all his fins start to move. Quickly zooming around the sink i got all the lint and hair I could off of him and transplanted him back into his tank. I have cut down a new accessory strip for the tank and this little guy has a new name . . . Frankenstein.
I woke up this morning and was not greeted by my little blimp happily begging for attention. After scouring the tank I found him at my feet on the carpet. He had to be out of the tank for at least two hours before I found him. Finding him resulted in a flood of screams of anger, I love this little guy. I have come home to a dead GSP once before. And he felt exactly the same lifeless. I carried him to the bathroom and placed him on the counter then returned to my room to continue carrying off in a fit on anger. After few minutes that had subsided and I returned to the bathroom to make the crappy decision (no pun intended) to bury or flush the little guy. I have had this guy for quite a while and decided to bury him. But at this point hes covered in carpet lint and hair. So I stop up this sink and fill with water. The little guy is placed in and his dorsal fin started to move with the water. My heart sank seeing him look to be alive for a second, then all his fins start to move. Quickly zooming around the sink i got all the lint and hair I could off of him and transplanted him back into his tank. I have cut down a new accessory strip for the tank and this little guy has a new name . . . Frankenstein.