Lest people think that all animals dislike me as much as the Rickeybird does, I submit the following. It is a quiet day day in snowy Cleveland. I have just finished shoveling the walk, and am settling down for an unhabitually early glass of hard cider. In the background can be heard the wife and her bird as they trade songs, and kissing noises.
[Why do I sound like Rod Serling? Where's my suit and cigarette? Where's the Twilight Zone music? Nevermind.]
I? I am alone in my LazyBoy, wishing that somebody cared to spend time with ME, when I hear the patter of little feet nearby. A small mixed-breed dog jumps to my lap and lays her head against my heart. I reflect upon the facts that she has never bitten me, never yelled at me, never stolen my food, never embarassed me in front of visitors, never ruined any household items. Further, she obeys my every command, alerts us to people in our driveway, completes her toileting functions outdoors, and dotes on my every word or movement.
I ask my wife to take a picture, that I might document this little moment for my own piteous posterity. First, she has to trick the bird back into his cage with chillies because he obeys no commands ever and in addition, does not allow her to touch phones, cameras, remotes, or for that matter, ME.
Thank you, little dog, for affirming my worthiness of notice and affection.
[Why do I sound like Rod Serling? Where's my suit and cigarette? Where's the Twilight Zone music? Nevermind.]
I? I am alone in my LazyBoy, wishing that somebody cared to spend time with ME, when I hear the patter of little feet nearby. A small mixed-breed dog jumps to my lap and lays her head against my heart. I reflect upon the facts that she has never bitten me, never yelled at me, never stolen my food, never embarassed me in front of visitors, never ruined any household items. Further, she obeys my every command, alerts us to people in our driveway, completes her toileting functions outdoors, and dotes on my every word or movement.
I ask my wife to take a picture, that I might document this little moment for my own piteous posterity. First, she has to trick the bird back into his cage with chillies because he obeys no commands ever and in addition, does not allow her to touch phones, cameras, remotes, or for that matter, ME.
Thank you, little dog, for affirming my worthiness of notice and affection.
