There are no bad owners, only bad dogs


Goodbye, Mr. Chirps.

This blog is mostly devoted to my pets, with a side order of bitching about work thrown in, but I have been remiss as I have never before written about my favorite pet: Chirpy McHopperson, my pet sparrow. Chirpy is so cute. I found him when he was just a wee birdlet who resembled nothing more than a pink eraser with huge, bulging eyeballs. Cute! I had to get special baby bird food and feed it to him through an eyedropper every two hours around the clock for weeks. It was hard work, but I have never regretted it, as my bond with that little bird cannot be described.

Why, yes, of course I am making it up. Who the fuck has a pet sparrow?

Young Mordechai and Curly Sue were kind enough to take care of the bad dogs over Sunday night as I had to go to one of our nationís less cosmopolitan state capitals to sell some sparkly beads and infested blankets. I thought that YM had my cell phone number, but apparently he doesnít, so when he needed to ask me whether or not I had a pet sparrow that I allow to fly (and crap) all over the interior of my house, he had to call the greggers instead. Seems that when they went over to play with the bad dogs (and watch the GOOD cable) there was a lot more flapping than they expected to see, so came to the conclusion that I have a pet sparrow.

The conclusion I came to (after I stopped laughing) was that Pumpernickel had brought a sparrow inside to kill it, but then let it go too soon. Anyhoo, Curly Sue (truthfully, the brains of the operation) suggested turning out all of the lights inside, leaving the outside lights on, and leaving the door open. Worked like a charm, of course.

So I came home Monday evening to a bird-free environment. Then I got up this morning and on my way to the front door to get the leashes, this is what I found on the living room rug:

The moral of the story is that if Pumpernickel is in a killing mood, she will have her way.

By the way, Buster likes YM so much that he has climbed over the fence to go visiting.

In addition to more dead bird pictures, here are some pictures of Pumpernickel and Junebug. Aaaawwwww.

Then one that shows how Katy feels about those net scrubby shower things. Katy hate fake loofah!

4 comments so far

birth & death