Allee
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It's very cool to have a potty trained parrot. I't's nice to have a parrot that will fly back to her cage door and poop on newspaper rather than on me or anything that belongs to me and certainly better than pooping on a guest. She never ever poops on her own things.
The only hang-up I've found is this. I expect my un-potty-trained parrots to poop on stuff, they're still learning. Harry on the other hand is perfectly potty trained and she NEVER makes a mistake. What's wrong with that, you may ask. When she does make a mistake, it isn't a mistake at all, its a well planned, mean spirited, grudge-poop intended to get back at me for some misdeed I'm usually not even aware of.
Today I was passing out dinner bowls, usually everyone's favorite, cooked quinoa, brown rice, oatmeal, apples, coconut, almonds and cinnamon. Everyone dived in except Harry, she perched on the side of her dish, squatted, (she makes it look quite vulgar) and pooped all over her dinner. Sammy and Sweet Pea, both with food beards were watching all bug-eyed. Harry was looking for a dramatic reaction, bobbing her head up and down and saying, Pee-Pee-Poo-Poo. I didn't give it to her, I replaced her dinner while quietly counting to fifty, ten wasn't nearly enough.
That rotten bird was sent here to make me crazy. She keeps it up and she's going to be able to describe the inside of the microwave to her buddy, Ripley.
The only hang-up I've found is this. I expect my un-potty-trained parrots to poop on stuff, they're still learning. Harry on the other hand is perfectly potty trained and she NEVER makes a mistake. What's wrong with that, you may ask. When she does make a mistake, it isn't a mistake at all, its a well planned, mean spirited, grudge-poop intended to get back at me for some misdeed I'm usually not even aware of.
Today I was passing out dinner bowls, usually everyone's favorite, cooked quinoa, brown rice, oatmeal, apples, coconut, almonds and cinnamon. Everyone dived in except Harry, she perched on the side of her dish, squatted, (she makes it look quite vulgar) and pooped all over her dinner. Sammy and Sweet Pea, both with food beards were watching all bug-eyed. Harry was looking for a dramatic reaction, bobbing her head up and down and saying, Pee-Pee-Poo-Poo. I didn't give it to her, I replaced her dinner while quietly counting to fifty, ten wasn't nearly enough.
That rotten bird was sent here to make me crazy. She keeps it up and she's going to be able to describe the inside of the microwave to her buddy, Ripley.