As if there weren’t enough reasons to hate being on the road, I now have a new one: I miss all the cool chaos that erupts at home. I’d have given anything to see this one …
Lara was sitting on the couch watching TV Thursday night when our fearless cockatoo from hell, Sydney, hopped down off his cage and ambled into the living room. The two big dogs were out in the backyard, and only little yappy Mully was around.
Apparently, Syd was on a mission. He made a beeline for Mully, who initially stood his ground, yapping bravely. But Sydney is a big bird, and Mully is a big coward. The cockatoo proceeded to chase the yappy dog around the ottoman, past the couch and through the living room until Lara intervened, saving poor Mully’s measly life.
I would have given anything to have witnessed this. I was afraid it was a once in a lifetime thing, but as I was eating breakfast this morning, I heard the familiar clopping of Sydney’s feet on the tile floor. I looked over to see him peeking into the living room, presumably looking for Mully. But he spied Xena and Ozzy in the room, too, and beat a retreat back to his cage.
This could get interesting ….
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5 replies on “Another reason to hate business travel …”
maybe you should invite marlin perkins over to capture it all on film… “let’s watch as jim wrestles that defenseless pooch from the talons of the dreaded cockatoo”…
My amazon parrot, Henry, terrorizes our basset pup, Lyle. Henry calls Lyle sweetly, and when the pup comes running in eagerly wagging his tail, Henry yells at him to go “Out, out, out, Lyle!” If the poor pup doesn’t obey and get out of the room at once, Henry swoops off his stand and imperiously strides over to Lyle making a growling noise that sounds like one of his pre-parrot, dinosaurial ancestors. If the pup still doesn’t run, Henry uses his foot to grab Lyle by the nose. I’m not sure what prompted the rivalry. Lyle the pup has obviously irked Henry the parrot. It is absolutely hilarious to see a bird who weighs a pound or two intimidate a 50-pound dog.
Do you think I could borrow Henry for a while? I’d love to introduce him to Mully. Har har.
Be nice to poor Mully. He’s an orphan.
No worries. Wee Mully lives like a Prince in Bob’s Dog Haven.