Usually, you don't get to hear about our pet parakeet. She's what I call, the "good pet." (The dog is what I call, the "bad pet.")
Today, Miss Sunshine must've needed some attention. She wouldn't stop sqwaking.
I was sitting at the kitchen table trying to rewrite a manuscript I've been working on.
"Hey, bird. Can't you see I'm trying to write here?"
"SQWAK! Tweet, Tweet, Tweet, SQWAK!"
"What do you want?"
Meanwhile, the dog was trying to take a nap.
"Awrooooo," complained the dog.
"Yeah, I agree."
Some days I think I live in a zoo!