Gary in the House

This is Gary.

He is a pretty parakeet that is the pet where Jon works. He came home to spend the weekend with us. Interesting fact: the person who bought Gary thought he was a canary and that is why he was named Gary to rhyme with canary. Gary the parakeet doesn’t roll off the tongue with quite the same amount of ease, you know?

Having Gary here is really nice. I could actually even see myself having a bird someday. I love all the little sounds that he makes. The problem is that our dog, Conan, has been ape ever since Gary entered the house. The dog is so crazy with trying to watch the boys in the yard and bark at passing dogs and be filled with rage at the mere existence of the postman AND keep track of Gary that he has just now, at 4:49 pm, gotten around to eating the food I placed in his bowl at 8 am. Crazy crazy dog.

Okay, I’m going to go make dinner for my folks now.

I hope that y’all are having a great Saturday!