The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
The fish keep following me
It's bad enough having George watching me eat and begrudging me every mouthful; now I have the fish watching me too. They follow me around the kitchen, their big eyes appealing. And they start first thing in the morning and they're not due to be fed until 6 in the evening!
It's very disconcerting having your every move scrutinised. By fish.
I don't believe they can have a 7-second memory as alleged.