Caroline has already finished my painting I won won won! I was allowed by the tyrant who lives in my home to post on her blog, but I was not allowed to post on THIS blog until today. Now, this tyrant does not have ANY golden apples, nor does she have a crown. But I don't want to talk about her, I want to talk about ME.
Didn't Caroline do a marvelous job of capturing my very essence? I have decided to become a Patron of the Arts. So, in additon to my name name name, Mister Bird, I will also be known as Oliver the Parrot, Patron of the Arts. OTPPOTA. Doesn't that look important? Maybe it should be OTP, POTA.
Mister Bird, Esq., Patron of the Arts. Oh, I like that.
The strange black and white dog is a mystery to me. I am a little confused by his name. The woman says it's Solo, which sounds to me like a cross between Hello and Hola. I don't like that, and when I called him Hello she laughed and we all know I don't like that. So I call him Big Boy.
Big Boy stretches out when he sleeps, and he got his toe caught in his shiny silver cage. OH MY-the screaming. He screamed and I shouted and the woman came running. She sorted it out, like when I got my beak caught. I didn't tell him to shut up because when you are frightened like that, you pretty much have to scream. How else would the woman know it was time to come running?
The woman is going to put up pink lights soon for something called Christmas. If I like them, I may instruct her to keep them up indefinitely. I can do that, now that I am a POTA. HAW!