RIP LITTLE MAN

Since we have had people coming in and out of the house so often, and Sam's tendency to suck people in for a scratch and then take their fingers off at the neck, he has been on holidays at Grandma and Papas. Mum came home last night and told us that poor Sam had moved on over the rainbow bridge and we would never hear him tell us "what ya doin?" again. Poor Sam. He apparently let out a sqwark, fell off his perch and passed away. Grandma went to see what was going on and got a shock. And Grandma and Papa's furry football Smudge has been upset by it as well, she keeps going to Sam's cage to see where he has gone.

Sorry to see you go Sam. Spread your wings and fly free feathered friend. It will be so very quiet around here without you.

SAM BIRD THE GALAH

"Watch Ya doin?" My name is Sam, And I'm a "Gooood Boy!". Bloody Greyhounds didn't share, they stole my treats. I didn't get any. If they come near my cage I'm gonna rip their paws off at the throat. Ask my Mum, she has scars to proove I will do it. I like to look cute and put my head on the side for a "Scraaatch", you get some confidence up, you stick you finger in to rub the back of my head, and BAM. I latch on your finger with my beak and start to grind. I am onery and tempermental. And if the day of the week ends in the letter Y, its will be a toss up wether I will like you or hate you! "Give us a Kiss".

RESPONSIBILITY

So, if you were leaving for work and we looked at you like this, would you think we might be up to something?

It's our job to look after the house, the fish, and Sam Bird our Galah while Mum is at work. Not a lot to ask really.

You can work up a bit of an appetite shouldering all this responsibility. Just as well Sam doesn't mind sharing his treats.

Do doggies want a cracker?