Twittering - An Introduction

Hi. My name is Friday. I think it's time for you to hear another view of life... and the dog is outside for a quick poop before bed. Oh, I know that, being a bird, I should be long since asleep by this time, but someone left the lights on in here so I am wide awake and thought I'd introduce myself and tell you a bit about myself.

I am a Pacific Parrotlet. Parrotlets are usually under 5 inches long and weigh around 30 grams or less. I am no exception to this. We used to be bigger, and our Amazon cousins still are big... but you see, once upon a time a very long time ago, some on our ancestors got into doing weight loss supplements and they over did it somewhat. Now we are this tiny... but we still have all the BIG birdinality that our family ever had. In fact, we are often referred to as "the tiny parrot with the big personality" or " big personalities in tiny packages" and other such silly names.

Parrotlets make good pets, especially if you have just one of us. We bond real good to our people if they treat us good and with love. We tend to be very protective of our homes and bite if you put your hand into our cage, then we are nice & friendly once we are out of the cage.

People now days are all excited about Twitter... well, I'm telling you, we birds started Twitter literally centuries ago. Nothing new there!! Just took humans a long time to catch on, and now they're all atwitter about it. Go figure.

I just about fell off the computer as I fell asleep. Think I'd better fly now. See you later.

Friday

Caught in the Act

"It wasn't me playing solitaire on Mom's computer!"
"Wasn't me either!"
"Must've been the CAT!!"
"Quick. Let's flock off!!"

Yup, one of 'em left evidence that they were on the keyboard. Bad boids!

Me In Our Truck

These are the piktures I promised to get fur you to see. It's me in the truck woof the new rack on it. Mom took these when we were parked. She was having tea on the patio at McDonald's woof Wendy. Because we were parked and she was close and watching me, she loosened off the tie rope so I could lay down if I wanted to, and I did fur a bit too. When we're driving the rope is lots shorter so I can't even get to the side of the truck and fall out. I can still get up onto the tool box though, and put my head and front legs into the cab through the sliding window. I likes that. The tool box is new to Mom too, and she thinks it's very handy to have. Someone gave her all that rope/cord and she has it hung up there 'til she gets to untangle it all and cut it into some shorter pieces. She says it will come in handy fur millions of things. She always likes to have ropes and such fur tying things onto the truck or trailer... includining me. Arf, arf, arf. Seriously though, she doesn't tye me to anything very often, just into the truck woof no canopy or such to protect me from falling out.

New Rack fur Mom's Truck

Yesterday was real rainy and we stayed home. Wow, did it ever come down like I've never seen in July. The day before yesterday Mom took me on a ride to town in our truck woof a 'new' rack on it. Her friend Mike sold it to her fur a good deal and it's all strong steel, but it has no sides on it fur my protection. Mom will figure out something soon, and in the meantime I gets tied into it. It was kinda scary at first and I didn't really enjoy our ride to town. In town, Mom loosened off the tie some so I could lay down, and still not have enough to jump out or anything like that, and left me in the truck while she was in the Centre doing her volunteer work. Every once in a while I saw her lookin' out at me making sure I was okay. Arf, arf, she didn't know I saw her. She's very protective. Anyway, I kinda got used to the idea a bit and was much better on the drive home. Also, Mike gave Mom a tool box fur the back of her truck, so I was standing on that too and it's kinda slippery. Mom was very nervous too. I've always been inside the canopy or in a rack woof the sides on it. Lots of dogs are in back of trucks woofout that protection, some aren't even tied in even though it's against the law to have loose dogs in yur truck. Yur sposed to have us secured in yur truck. I think it's legal to have me loose woof a canopy or rack woof sides, though I'm not real sure. I'll get Mom to take a pikture of the truck woof the rack on so I can show it to you. Maybe even woof me in it. Ya... woof me in it. You'll all like to see me again. Yup. K. Gonna do that.


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About Raw Food

I've been doing some reading on raw food diet fur dogs. They call it BARF and while that may not sound appetizing to you hoomans, dogs do like to eat barf. Well, this actually means Bones And Raw Food. Arf, arf, arf. Now that might sound better to you than before. Mom likes the way my body isn't too fat or too thin, and she won't allow me to do any appetite suppressant reviews. I guess that's a good thing. If we had the money Mom would put me on a raw food diet, and fur awhile I did get to eat lots o' raw food cuz someone gave Mom a bunch or organic range beef to feed to me. Mom ate it too cuz it was so good. I did real good on that, and the veggies Mom put into it too, and wish someone would give us more raw meat. Our friend Wendy believes in feeding dogs raw food, and has many times made dogs healthier by feeding 'em raw meat and such. I sure could go fur a nice steak about now. Vets (critter doctors) are against BARF diets, but Mom & Wendy think many it's cuz healthy critters don't got to go see vets, so it's a big $$$$$ deal. All I know fur sure is that it sure tastes way better than store bought dog kibbles and doesn't have all that chemical stuff in it, or other yucky things that are put into dog kibbles.

I'm making me hungry. Gotta go find a snack.
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Bird Brain Stuff

Some people think this place has gone to the dogs.... I say it's going to the birds! Mom got 2 more if the little feather heads. She did give 2 away though, so we 'only' have 8 birds here now. Some of the crazy things even are eating out of Mom's mouth when she's eating something they like and they're on her shoulder. If she has nothing in her mouth, they will bite at her teeth and bite her lip and make her yelp. Don't ask me why she puts up woof that! She won't let me or the cat eat out of her mouth like that, or bite at her. We'd get smacked fur that, I'll tell ya. I think the 'old' birds got jealous of the 'new' birds, cuz since Tiki & Friday have been here and riding on Mom a lot, DW & Paco now have got real friendly and riding on Mom like they used to do then stopped. Or maybe it's cuz DW isn't trying so much to get Mom to fertilize her eggs fur her. Stupid bird won't let the boy bird anywhere near her, and wants Mom to do what she can't do! Bark! I think Mom realizes now that the 'cute trick' of a bird eatin' out of her mouth isn't so cute after all... arf, arf, arf. DW just won't give up trying to get something that isn't there anymore. OUCH, bet that one hurt! I think DW bit through Mom's lip skin, bet it will swell up. Mom yelled and DW ended up on the floor real fast. Mom didn't mean to, just pain reaction. She didn't hit the bird, just jumped and the bird fell off the shoulder... then the lip. Now she's walkin' around on the floor and will have to climb back up onto the cage. Those birds sure can climb. I think Mom should feed the birds some weight loss pills and just watch 'em loose weight 'til they disappear... arf, arf, arf.

Odds & Sods K9 Thoughts

- Why does Mom 'Bean have 2 cages fur the parrots, yet they both live free outside the cages, back & forth between the 2?
- I've never known anyone who had a million dollars... or a million dog cookies.
- I've never known anyone who had mesothelioma. Come to think of it, this dog can't even pronounce that word.
- Why did God make cats if not fur us dogs to chase 'em?
- How do I do it?? How do I manage to write this blog while I'm outside enjoying some night air before bed?
- How can I get fed more doggie cookies??
- I sure am glad you hoomans come here to visit me and read what I write on my dog blog.
- Did you know that Mom's parrot DW likes to steel drinks of her tea when Mom's not watching? Well, she does, arf arf arf.