Bird brain

#@*#@^ bird. Yesterday I'm running amok, trying to get ready for work and hustling Tia out into the back yard. I step out onto the sunroom in my underwear and the bird lets loose this low, shrill wolf whistle. I just stared at him and said, "You know, you're a very rude bird."

He replied, "Yeah."

He could have a wide vocabulary and say much worse things. The imagination reels at such possibilities of what he could have said yesterday...

"Nice panties! Yard sale?"
"Whoa! Cover my cage, please! My eyes, oh, my eyes!"
"Are you losing weight? Your ass has shrunk."

Sigh... Maybe that's why I love my dogs so much. They give love. Affection. And they don't talk.

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