Today, while I was in the kitchen cutting out snowflake cookies, Randy went out to set some birdseed on our deck.
I kept hearing him shout "RICHARD!"
There isn't a dog a mile around named Richard and I couldn't figure out who on earth he was talking to since he was standing all alone.
I walked over and stuck my head out the door to ask him who he was talking to and that is when I realized he wasn't saying Richard at all.
He was actually saying THIS....
"Redbirds! Here little Redbirds. Redbirds! Come here little Redbirds. You can come over anytime and eat. Your dinner is ready."
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I hate to tell you that I know how you feel...but I do. Now, if he starts playing "Would you Rather" with the birds -- call me and we can run away together.
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