Getting aggressively cuddled by a massive sled dog was enough to make my shitty day better. The guy who came in and bought a betta because one of his two had died at three years old was nice. Then he mentioned he had them in a split tank and I asked if it was a 10.

Nope. Not a ten. 55. Guy had a 55 gallon tank split between two bettas, one of which was a $2.99 veiltail.

Thank you sir, for existing.