It’s like having a dog

When I walked in the door this evening, our angelfish, Agnes, was poking around at the back of the tank, which is on the other side of the large room. No sooner did I look for her as I closed the door, did I see her excitedly approach the glass and start flitting about. She saw me from clear across the room! We’re talking about a fish with eyes the size of capers. Smart fish! I thought to myself, it’s like having a dog to come home to. “Hello, Agnes!” before I could even take off my shoes. She follows me back and forth when I walk by, begging to be fed. I’d show you a picture, but she moves too fast for the camera’s liking.

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