You are Not allowed to Talk

Oscar is so attached to me, he won't even let me talk to someone else. I am not kidding. Every day he goes into his condo in the bathroom and will play in there nice and quiet while I sit a few feet away and watch my favorite TV shows. If hubby is around it is okay with Oscar, as long as I do not talk to my husband.  Some evening I will ask my husband to whisper to me so that Oscar doesn't hear us talking and he won't start screaming.

Let me tell you.... some days this drives me insane. As soon as I try having a conversation with anyone, Oscar will start his screaming and will not stop until I go in the bathroom and reassure him that I am still his girl. Usually this means a little pet under a wing or shaking his foot with my finger. I will rearrange his face cloths and give him one little piece of tissue. 

He will be fine until I try to talk again... and this starts all over. It gets me frustrated so much that I take Oscar out of the bathroom and put him back in the living room where I am so that he can see me.

If he is on my shoulder and I am having a conversation with someone, he will open his bill and reach out to the person with aggression. And many times if he cannot get to them, he will give my face and nice little nip telling me to be quiet. If I am on the phone the same thing happens until I go and get him.

I know it is all my fault because I give him too much attention and almost always letting him have his way. I should probably stop bringing him to his condo but my heart is too big and when he starts his little flapping of the wings and tries to head that way... I give in and bring him.

I am the best slave in the whole world.  My husband used to say that if he should pass away, he wanted to come back as my dog... but now he wants to come back as my pet bird.