I spend a lot of time with our dogs and parrot, since I take them to work with me and hang out at home with them a good bit. When I was away for a weekend, attending my son’s nuptials, my gf learned a few things about them.
I’d barely arrived in Florida when she texted, concerned about our African Grey. She described Rocco flying from his cage to the living room. When she went to get him he flew into the kitchen, then the dining room. He seemed agitated and my gf was worried.
I laughed and told her he wanted water. She countered that his water dish was full. No, he wants his special water. I told her where in my mancave to find a copper mug. Then I had her fill it from the polar water dispenser. Then she had to take a sip of it in front of Rocco and say, “delicious!” Then she had to offer it to him, and he’d take three or four big gulps and he’d be satisfied for a few days.
She did this and all was well. Until dinner time when I got a text that Ella did not eat and must be sick. I told her to add another half cup of water to her food, then swirl everything around for a minute. I predicted she’d eat then, and she did.