Kill, kill, kill!

Yeah I know, that's a terrible title but I swear it's true. Everytime Scraps (my parent's parrot) tries to fly onto my mom's shoulder, Copper FREAKS! out, barks like there is a murderer/rapist/thief/tax evader in the backyard and gets this maniac look in his face that frankly even scares me a little. He doesn't really like the cat, and of course he'll bark periodically at something outside - he chases the lizards on the pool deck, which is ok too - but the bird - the BIRD! Scraps might be Satan himself with the way Copper acts. And since Bud and I have been on the verge of divorce before we're even married because of these crazy dogs (read: mostly Copper), we're trying to act Cesar-esque. You know the dog whisperer on TV? But getting a 43 pound puppy who believes a parrot is the Anti-Christ into submission on a tile floor is a lot harder than Cesar makes it look. Harder still is distracting his laser-beam gaze from fixing on that grey, white and red morsel.