Dogs: In July, I took the dog tour of St. Louis, visiting my friends. I greatly enjoyed the company of a beautiful small black sweetheart of a standard poodle who rides skateboards and sits in my lap; a super-friendly golden retriever who loves to play ball; two rhodesian ridgebacks, one of whom jumped up and kissed me as I entered the house (or scratched above my lip, if you want to be literal); and a super-cute and beautiful and playful Tibetan terrier—my friends call her “a diva”—who jumps hurdles and plays on a see-saw and guards her territory with great attentiveness.
African Grey Parrot: I was out in the pool with my friends David and Alexandra and their daughter Scarlet. David had also brought out their African Grey parrot and placed him in his travelling cage close by the pool, so the whole family was there. We were talking about education, and David said, “You can find anything on the Internet these days.” An authoritative, commanding adult voice from outside the pool says, “Such as?”
Yes, it was the parrot, and apparently he does such things all the time.
He also dances to his favorite songs, and has a vast repertoire of tricks. At one point he was sitting on David’s right arm about a foot away from the cat David was petting with his right hand, all completely at ease with the situation and focused on the topic of conversation.
When I stood to leave at the front door, the bird called out cheerily from the other end of the house, “Good-bye!”
African Grey Parrot: I was out in the pool with my friends David and Alexandra and their daughter Scarlet. David had also brought out their African Grey parrot and placed him in his travelling cage close by the pool, so the whole family was there. We were talking about education, and David said, “You can find anything on the Internet these days.” An authoritative, commanding adult voice from outside the pool says, “Such as?”
Yes, it was the parrot, and apparently he does such things all the time.
He also dances to his favorite songs, and has a vast repertoire of tricks. At one point he was sitting on David’s right arm about a foot away from the cat David was petting with his right hand, all completely at ease with the situation and focused on the topic of conversation.
When I stood to leave at the front door, the bird called out cheerily from the other end of the house, “Good-bye!”
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