Well hello! My name is Diana and I recently walked into a Petco and picked up my betta. I call him Prince. Now before I show pictures and justify what is going on in his world. I want to first tell the story. Sunday (March - 30) I went to get my nails done, as glamerous as that sounds. I failed to do this. The nail salon was indeed closed! So my friend and I decieded that there were other things to do. Petco happened to be right across the street and I happen to just love animals, so we were destined to go. I walk into Petco and head straight for the fish. Stopping along the way to notice a specific betta, one that was white, rough, and sick. I spoke to the associate and explained that I was very interested in the betta and wanted to know the price. Turns out, the little bugger wasn't cheap and wasn't to expensive. The associate looks at the rough betta I have, and explains to me that it might not be a good option to buy him. 'He looks as if he might die.' I ask him to please hold the fish, because I have other things I'd like to get for him.
Yes, I know he was dying. I have been around all animals for most of my life! So I have an idea of when an animal doesn't look it's best. Yes, the fish had bacteria growing on it completely no back fin, for a halfmoon betta - this is not good. The associate continues to attempt to help kill the fish, by putting to much medicine into his little, what would you call it - plastic hole. Shocking the betta. He comes to me, as I'm picking out aquatic plants, and explains that I should choose another betta. Furious as I am, I stomp over to my betta. Determinded to help this fish. I take the top off of the plastic death trap and stick my finger in the container aggiating him. Talking to him like a crazy person in the store - I am sure I received looks. I just want to see him move, if he moves - I'll take him. Not moving at first, Prince allows me to rub on him. Shocker huh? So I keep rubbing and rubbing and rubbing. He finally moves. I look at the assoicate and I simple say; "I'm buying him now if you could please take these aquatic plants out of your tank, I'd be glad to be on my way." Running out of time, I felt like getting Prince home was the only way this was going to work. So I headed home with my dying fish.
I arrive at home. Set on my journey of accomplishing this task. I set my tank up. Get the water temperature perfect, plant in tank, filter ready, and light checked off my list. Added medicine (only half the dose recommended) and put Prince in. I watched him stay completely still. Then he investigates. Seeming to do a complete u turn on me; I decided I was going to document his journey from nothing to beauty. This is my way of starting his story.
WELCOME TO MY PRINCE'S LIFE!
I hope you enjoy the process.