mr pleco

+1 suphew couldnt have summed it up better myself i applaude you i wish some ppl spent as much time changing water and caring for their fish as they spend on here finding faults with everybody else way of doing things and that they know best i am not trying to point the finger but i would love to see some of these ppl that post these comments actually have the balls to run a petshop deal with all these issues raised and correct them and then tell me it aint that big a problem or it dosent incur any cost or time they would probably have perfectly named dead fish because they spent so much time identifying them they didnt have enough time to actually feed them or look after them '

well thats a lovely thought kiwi only problem is if you bred them and wanted to sell them to a shop as a shop owner i wouldnt buy any as i could not gaurantee what their correct name was so you would miss out as would many other potential customers as if the responsibility fell on the shops they simply wouldnt stock any if there were doubts of its origin or proper name the hobby would lose out in the end because shops would put the omnus back on importers and importers would stop buying fish aswell you cant exactly fly to asia or germany every week to eyeball yr stock before you buy and trying to return them is near impossible question how do you think a retailer would go selling a plec thats "a possible Rio Ucayali , but could be a spotted bristlenose but helll really we dont know what it is on the label " cost is somewhere between 19.95 and 49.95 depending on what you think ?> really ???

female at that size lol at josh thats zero for two bud :digH:

hate to burst yr bubble but thats a female in the cave :facepalm:

how big is it pls .too hard to tell from that angle

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+1

yr getting better at this rabbit 8)

well havent been here for a while 37 all running :tears:

or maybe they just dont rate you very highly ?

always thought you were a dixie scrubber p44

wow its no wonder i hardly post anymore sorry jennifer but can you pls clarify because if i "owned a dog " i would take it to a place like animates for advise and if it had a tumour i "would expect"them to tell me to go to the nearest veterinary hospital see i wouldnt know it had a tumour because im NOT a veterinarian And fish are notoriously difficult if not impossible to properly diagnose you say yet there are hundreds of books and even threads on here of diseases and what to look for and how to treat / there are hundreds of success stories of treated fish and survival rates probably from those silly few stores who pay for their staff to get educated on such things or show them what to ask and look for when diagnosing and pobably those silly few stores who have a few comprehensive books on such things under their counter so they can discuss and try to clarify with their customers what the symptoms are like or evn those same silly stores that invite th customer to bring in the fish for a more thorough investigation i do agree that most likely 99% of diagnosis is abit of guesswork or should i say process of elimination because it does seem a bit hard to find a vet that will x-ray or catscan my fish nowdays an trying to get them to take blood pls,dont get me started, and since my fish hae taken a lifelong vow of silence it seems askingthem whats thematter dosent have the same effect so it is good common sense you say for petshops to stuff their shelves with chemicals they know little about and just hand them out like lollies whenever i come in with a problem is that really yr expected result from petshops ?? better yet they should have a sign "all care no resposiblilty taken " just like my mechanic does and when the preverbale hits the wall lets all hail jennifer who says " lets give these petshops a break" because they need to earn a living too and if you dont buy more fish from them from their mistakes then how are they to survive no thanks mrs FNZAS executive with comments like those its no wonder this hobby is sinking faster than Chris Carter at a mardi gra not only are you damaging the hobby you have jst painted every shop with the same brush and i know that there are two really good hard working specialised fishshops out here that do not need yr kind of comments

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