Bless her bossy over-protective mommy heart!

 LOL. Guess she just had to double check!

That's too funny. My u2 will til me when it is time for our dog to go outside. Spot stands by door and sugar the u2 will say Spot's got go potty.I almost fell off my chair the first time she did it. Sugar is potty trained and will tell us she has to go potty than she tell us i went potty. It is funny the things they come up with.

 Sugar loves to go where ever i go. I walkedto a friends and Sugar went with me being cold out she knows she must get inside my coat. I zip it a little way and she climbs in so i can zip her in for the walk to Dawn's.

  I hope it is warn enough for Twiggyism and all the rest of the birds to go outside soon.

   Sugarsmomma

Thank heavens the sun is out today and the clouds are sparse so both Twiggy and Glory are allready outside.  I told Twiggy it was still to cold, as I prefer to wait until it's about 60 degrees because she has so few feathers.  She sassed me back with:

*Twiggy going to sunshine-good shine now! Twiggy not too cold-y!*  So she and Glory are out on the deck in 55 degree weather cackling and enjoying themselves.

 

Sugar'smom:  Twiggy also regulates when our three dog's can go in and out for their potty breaks.  In fact she potty-trained our 4 year old English Bulldog, Wosie.  When we got Wosie, she did one poop in the corner next to Twiggy's cage and Twiggy looked down and saw it and yelled *Oh, Mama!  What's that?*  I told her Wosie pooped and she went on and on about how bad Wosie was told Wosie how 'ugly' her poop was and to go outside to poop.    Wosie was soooo  humiliated she has never had another accident in the house.

 

di

Di - that reminds me of what my birds do when the dogs poop in their room.  Whenever I return home from errands, my birds start yelling and whistling for me.  But if the dogs poop in their room (which they do once or twice a month on the average), the birds are silent.  I walk over to their doorway, and they are all looking down at the poop on the floor, and then at me.  Like, "look at that awful mess on our floor."  

I don't bother to try to correct my dumb dogs any more.  They're hopeless.

As a matter of fact, the birds have tile on their floor, and I'd rather they use that floor as a bathroom, instead of our hardwood flooring in the rest of the house.  I think they could hold it, but they've been so spoiled by my husband.  He never would correct them for misbehaving, and he created 2 little stinkers.

 

 

Oh di...everything was going so well....I was just reading and chuckling and smiling..till I got to the part when Twiggy looked down and yelled "Oh, Mama! What's that?"

I'm hopelessly caught in a contiunous laugh./giggle/eyes watering.  My sides hurt now...my cheeks are aching....I can't stop!