Much to my amazement and delight, Fish is still alive and swimming. However, I'm questioning whether his presence is a time-saver or a time-sucker. I brought him home to keep the stock tank free of algae and bugs, and he is doing an admirable job on both counts.
But I find myself dumping and cleaning the stock tank just as frequently because it's full of fish poop.
I didn't sign on for that part.
The equines seem to find Fish's presence rather refreshing, George in particular.
He loves to make waves with his tongue...
...so that he can watch Fish surf.
The tide went out by the time Alan came over to watch.
George: This is fun. Let's get a few more.
George and Fish like to play a game they call "catch the drip."
Fish swims over and waits patiently for a drip to fall.
Fish: Missed it. Damnit.
Fish: Got it! Whoohoo!
Fish: Hey! Come back! I thought we were playing for 2 out of 3!
Me: I'll play with you, Fish.
Fish: But he's more fun.
Me: Maybe I should call you Grumpy Fish.