Betrisher
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- Jun 3, 2013
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- Parrots
- Dominic: Galah(RIP: 1981-2018); The Lovies: Four Blue Masked Lovebirds; Barney and Madge (The Beaks): Alexandrines; Miss Rosetta Stone: Little Corella
The other morning, I was trying to get Beloved out of bed with no success. I was teetering on the brink of pouring honey into his chest-wig (yes, I have done it before - more than once. And yes - it works a treat!) Suddenly, I thought 'I know what I'll do! I'll get Dommie in here. That'll get the old boy outta the sack in a hurry!'
So I did and it didn't.
Dommie did his level best by nestling under Beloved's beard and preening him. He even had a peck at a couple of skin tags. That only resulted in Beloved sighing profoundly and rolling over to his other side. Grrr!!!!
'Oh well', I thought, 'I'll just leave him there and see what transpires (NB. By now, Dom was perched on the bedhead, preening his own self and quite safe from rolling Leviathans).
A couple of hours later, Beloved emerged with Dommie on his finger and asking for a wet cloth. Dom had 'decorated' the bedhead and Beloved thought that was quite OK. Just a bit of minimal cleaning up would fix everything. He smirked at me as he bore Dommie back into his unholy lair.
Just this morning, though, Beloved became Belivid! It seems while Dom was ensconced on the bedhead, he'd reached over to the beside table and taken possession of Belivid's second-best pair of glasses. LOLOLOLOL! All of the plastic fittings are now gone (presumably inside Dominic, although there was considerable frass on the floor near the bed). The nose pieces were ripped off and the ear rests were nibbled completely away. The glasses are unusable. Hee! Heehee! Heeheeheeheeheeheee!
Don't worry. They were only el-cheapo 3x reading glasses from the dollar shop. If they'd been Belivid's prescription specs you'd have heard him bellowing from across the Specific Ocean. As it was, I thought the whole incident had a certain ring of poetic justice to it. Y'know?

So I did and it didn't.

Dommie did his level best by nestling under Beloved's beard and preening him. He even had a peck at a couple of skin tags. That only resulted in Beloved sighing profoundly and rolling over to his other side. Grrr!!!!
'Oh well', I thought, 'I'll just leave him there and see what transpires (NB. By now, Dom was perched on the bedhead, preening his own self and quite safe from rolling Leviathans).
A couple of hours later, Beloved emerged with Dommie on his finger and asking for a wet cloth. Dom had 'decorated' the bedhead and Beloved thought that was quite OK. Just a bit of minimal cleaning up would fix everything. He smirked at me as he bore Dommie back into his unholy lair.
Just this morning, though, Beloved became Belivid! It seems while Dom was ensconced on the bedhead, he'd reached over to the beside table and taken possession of Belivid's second-best pair of glasses. LOLOLOLOL! All of the plastic fittings are now gone (presumably inside Dominic, although there was considerable frass on the floor near the bed). The nose pieces were ripped off and the ear rests were nibbled completely away. The glasses are unusable. Hee! Heehee! Heeheeheeheeheeheee!
Don't worry. They were only el-cheapo 3x reading glasses from the dollar shop. If they'd been Belivid's prescription specs you'd have heard him bellowing from across the Specific Ocean. As it was, I thought the whole incident had a certain ring of poetic justice to it. Y'know?



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