Monday, February 19, 2007
Take Time to Smell the Goldfish
He would sit there for hours, if you let him. I've had to drag him out of my friend, Stella's, bathroom, he loved those fish so much. I don't blame him, as I rather used to enjoy feeding old Crookmouth by hand, myself. Now they have a new home, but Duff still bursts into that room with an expectant heart. Poor little fellar. I should really get him a pet of his own.