Just the handsomest, smartest parrot on the planet. And he's feeling it today.
Since joining 24 Hour Fitness, I don't work out with DVDs at home very much. But the other night I wanted to get home before the rain, so I fell back on The Firm : Time Crunch. (45 minutes of aerobics and weights.)
As soon as I put the disc in the player, this little guy--who was sitting on top of his cage in the bedroom--starts up with the sound effects, "oof," "umph," "erghhh."
Hey, I don't sound like that!
When he got bored and started exploring the bed and nightstand behind me, I put him in his "house."
As I'm working through my crunches I hear, in a most plaintive voice, "I love you soooo good."
Unlike how I love him. Which is clearly deficient if I am willing to let him sit in his cage at all when I'm home.
I remember having pets that couldn't talk. I always assumed they admired me.
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That's the trouble with the whole talking pet thing.
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