Rosie was our original pet. In October of 2007 we rescued Bart from the original rescuers but had to make sure the bird was OK with him first. He freaked out initially seeing Bart, but was surprisingly fine thereafter; the dog never made a move to attack the cage. This was a bird who would take a month to approach a new toy in his cage and 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 at our house often. He would whistle and talk to Rosie all the time. It got to the point where I would be in another room unable to tell which one was doing the whistling!
Jenne, my daughter, 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. Somehow 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.
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! I finally had some hair to style and was late for my appointment which we also used to develop Grace’s NitFlix® A-way With Lice®.
Three and a half hours later, I returned home, 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. I looked to see if there were feathers on the floor, while never moving from the front door since I was stunned. 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. I thought, OK, that was a fluke and asked again, “Where’s Rosie?” Bart again turned his head, to look down the hallway. I finally stepped into the house, looked down the hallway and spotted Rosie in Jenne’s room, looking at himself in the mirror! I was in 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.