So, this is the story of an amazing bird talking to a dog. Rosie was our original pet. In October of 2007, we rescued Bart from the original rescuers. But, we had to make sure the bird was okay first.
Amazing Bird Talking to our Dog
When our bird first saw Bart, he initially freaked out. However, Rosie was fine shortly after. Also, our dog never made a move to attack the cage. Rosie was like a kid in a candy store, running to and fro, excited every time Bart came near. And, this is a bird who would take a month to approach a new toy in his cage; yet in this case, he was perfectly fine with this 96 pound pony.
While walking Bart, I realized he would make a start to chase a bird nearby which put me more on guard; but over time, this behavior dissipated.
My dad, George Ratto was always a great whistler and was often at our house. He would whistle and talk to Rosie all the time. And, then it got to the point where I would be in another room, unable to tell which one was doing the whistling.
My daughter, Jenne, and I would each hold one of the animals to have them get to know each other better and to see how they would respond. Rosie couldn’t get close enough. And, Bart would look at us with the expression of, “Aren’t I doing great?”, while whimpering. Indeed, he knew Rosie was part of the family and off limits; but not something I would count on because after all he is a dog, or so I thought.
Amazing Bird Talking to our Dog After I Shaved my Head
After my dear friend and hairstylist, Alan Eschenburg, shaved my head since I was at my wits end with our lice nightmare; these two nitwits created NitFlix; a lice prevention product. Finally, I had some hair to style and was late for my appointment. At that time, we developed Grace’s NitFlix® A-Way With Lice®.
Three and a half hours later, I returned home; and was greeted by Bart at the door, however, what was missing was Rosie’s hello chirp. I looked at the cage, only to find I left the top open with the perch. “Oh my God, I killed Rosie!” I looked at Bart who had no expression of guilt whatsoever.
Also, I looked to see if there were feathers on the floor. Because I was in a state of shock, I never moved from the front door. As crazy as it seems, I asked, “Bart, where’s Rosie?” He turned his head to look down the hallway and looked back at me. So, I thought, okay, this is a fluke and asked again, “Where’s Rosie?” Again, Bart turned his head, to look down the hallway.
Finally, I stepped into the house, looked down the hallway and spotted Rosie in Jenne’s room, looking at himself in the mirror. Indeed, I was in a state of shock. Bart had 3.5 hours to chomp on Rosie and chose not to. Now that’s what I call restraint.
After this occurrence, we knew we no longer had to hold each pet; hence the freedom and love witnessed within the video.