There was a family having breakfast across the street and, with our hearts in our mouths, we watched one of the children approach us, thinking they were going to complain about the dogs. All she wanted to do was offer our dogs their leftover pancakes. Thank you, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. The only trouble with that trip was that we missed my father in law’s birthday party, but everything can’t always be perfect, can it? Or maybe it can.
There was one six month period without a pet until we heard a baby crying in a bird store. Of course the “baby” turned out to be our yellow-naped Amazon, our first parrot. How could we leave without such a sad bird? All he was doing was imitating the newborn in the family he had lived with. They couldn’t keep him because they just couldn’t sleep with the baby and the bird alternately awakening them every few minutes. The next year we fell in love with a hawkhead, really beautiful, but tough, then my daughter left us with her conure. The two-legged, feathered total is 3 and likely to remain that way for a while. Parrots live a lot longer than dogs.