I was at a petco, and some people were in there buying some gold fish. They asked my Ole lady if she knew someone that wanted a
Jack Dempsey because they were going to kill there's if they couldn`t find a home. I said we will take it we already have 2. So we drove 78 miles home with this fish. The Poor baby in this story is my snakeskin gourami. He got beat up, he just wanted to be friends. Why gouramis like to befriend chiclids I will never know. So I moved him in with some less aggressive fish for now,and the fish that was named after a boxer will have to fight another day!