When I was a puppy and new to my human household, I was fascinated by the flying, noisy, yellow thing called Daisy. Even though I'm now used to having her around and we don't bother each other so much, every now and then my instincts kick in and I get this urge to play with her.
Here I am staring her down this morning. I followed her around the coffee table a bit while she made chirrupy noises. I wonder what cockatiel tastes like?
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