After Christmas we bird-sat the cousins' parakeets, Jack and Mr. Pickles, for a week.
Mama Dog was beside herself.
The birds stayed in the girls' room because it was warmest there. At every chirp, Mama Dog would jump the gate and dash down the hall to the bedroom, where she would sit like this for hours:
I hear rumors of a doggie/birdie playdate in the future. I don't know who will be hosting that -- somehow I don't think anyone is eager to have a dog chasing a bird through their house ... I have visions of little birdie heart attacks ...
In the meantime, I imagine that Mama Dog's dreams are filled with parakeets.