Last week I managed to catch the worst flu, the one that is making it way up the East Coast. My son had it, one of the Mgrs at work had it, its 7-10 days of waterfall running nose, pounding head, and coughing up buckets of lung goo. I as hit really hard in the lungs, with asthma an all. SO weak that just getting up to go to the head left me breathless, literally. SO from Sat until Wen, I have not had the strength to do anything with Salty, not even, well nothing. Yesterday I tried offering a scrathie to him and he was PISSED OFF, and bit me (not bad but a bite none the less). Today I spent the whole day with him, talking to him, laughing with him, singing with him, and of course the odd treat-treat. And he forgave me for dropping out of his life like that, with no warning or my usual explanation (if I know in advance I will be out of the house for any length of time). I hurt his feelings dropping out like that. How do I know he forgave me? He offered his neck for a scratchie, right before we had a great training session - the only hiccup was putting his harness on. He likes to show off doing that for his Mommie, who effusively praises him and tells him how HANSOME he looks. But of course she is now laid up with the same Flu. Salty was crying for her before putting it on, but once he did it (such a trooper), I took him into the bedroom so he could see his Mommie and she could give him her praise! Yes I think Parrots can forgive. I love this little green man so much.
