I gave Clyde brain cramp a couple of weeks ago when he got to watch me doing yoga for the first time. Then Thursday night he got to watch me practice belly dancing -- I'm taking a class and we have a performance coming up. Poor birdy didn't know WHAT to think of that. He squawked and complained and carried on as if I were doing murder in front of him, and the dogs, who are used to it, thought he'd lost his little birdy mind. He made such a fuss I stopped, but I have to practice, I have a solo in this show!

So last night I tried again, and he squawked and fussed again for about five minutes, then he suddenly stopped and wolf-whistled. And he kept whistling at me as long as I practiced. I guess he decided if Mommy's determined to do weird things to weird music, he can at least be an appreciative audience.

That's right... Ultimately YOU are the boss and don't let him forget it!

Nice job, at least he was appreiciative this time.

Clyde's the boss. He makes the rules and I follow them. Trouble is, the rules keep changing!