Friday Confessional

My life has once again provided me with material for another Friday Confessional with Mamarazzi!

Today I confess that I had the best of intentions, my best wasn't good enough and that the this story has a sad ending!

It was a beautiful day yesterday, lots of sunshine in a blue sky with a crisp breeze. I decided to open the doors to air out the house. As usual the dogs ran outside barking at what I assumed to be nothing.

Jewel stopped barking.

Deja stopped barking.

Rogue, not so much.

After a minute of his near nonstop barking I went to the door to call him in. He didn't come. Instead he continued to run in a semi-circle barking and almost cat like pouncing at the ground. My first thought was that he found another snake. Usually the snakes are nonpoisonous but just to be sure I went out to take a look.

He was really pissed off! His hair was standing on end down his entire back, his lip was raised and he was giving whatever he had pinned against the landscaping bricks a real scare.

As I got closer it appeared that there was a green sweatshirt in the yard, Abercrombie green to be exact. I just assumed that Peanut had left her sweatshirt outside and a snake had crawled inside.

I was way off!

Laying limp against the bricks was a beautiful green macaw, barely able to let out a cry for help. I instantly became nauseous and couldn't look to see what kind of damage had been done to this poor bird.

Honey came to my rescue and wrapped it in a beach towel while Peanut drug Rogue inside and ran for the phone so I could call our vet.

We jumped in the car to go to the nearest vet that treats exotic animals. Honey held the bird while I drove. I told her that the bird could not get out of that towel and to keep her fingers away from his beak.

The bird suddenly got a slight burst of energy and tried to escape, twisting its head back towards her body. She freaked slightly but was ok until her sister yelled from the back seat, "careful, it looks like he's gonna bite your nipple off!". Needless to say I had to pull over, take the bird and let Honey drive. I will admit to grabbing the softball glove and putting it between me and that killer beak...I happen to like my nipples!

We made it not even 1/4 mile before the bird died. We took it to the vet at the corner to confirm it was dead. It was.

I had to know if Rogue had killed it, I was feeling so very guilty and sad. She confirmed the puncture wounds and scratches came from a cat not my 90 pound German Shepherd. I felt much better but still had a crying Peanut and my awkward laugher and twisted sense of humor {I have no idea where she gets that from} 16 year old, who was quietly singing "I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight", to deal with.

The vet offered to let me take the bird home and bury it but warned that since it "tastes like chicken" {I kid you not, those were her exact words, I just can't make this crap up} the possibilities of the dogs digging it up were high.

Ummm, seriously! There was no need for thought on that one, I let her keep the bird!

I can look at this two ways.

1-This beautiful bird was more than likely a pet that got out, was attacked by a feral cat and had the misfortune of landing in my yard, meeting Rogue and ultimately his death.

or

2-This beautiful bird was more than likely a pet that got out, was attacked by a feral cat, had the misfortune of landing in my yard and meeting Rogue who has me for a doggy Mamma, someone who loves animals and tried her best to save it's life.

Both scenarios leaves me with this...Irresponsible pet owners SUCK!

People if you have a bird, please keep it in its cage while your doors are open. And yes, I'm about to go all Bob Barker on you, if you own a cat spay or neuter it and keep it inside.

I hate having stray cats crap in my yard {cat poop is like freaking candy to dogs}.

I hate cats in my yard that taunt my dogs by hiding in the bushes then run away like a scaredy-cats {insert twisted humor here} when chased!

I hate seeing dead animals on the side of the road because people are stupid and irresponsible.

I know all road kill is not caused by stupid people and that accidents happen but really y'all I just had bird die in my hands so forgive me if I'm a little fired up!

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