When we got there a little birdie was sitting on the step. My bearded owner picked it up and put it in a box with soft paper towels. He covered the birdie up a little and it went to sleep in a ball.
In the morning it flew around. Then it flew out when we opened the door. Was sick the night before? Or cold?
It was on the step next to a statue of a man holding a birdie. Maybe that's why the birdie was there.
My mom didn't like the bathroom cause the roof leaked. Humans get upset about pooping outside. I don’t know why.
And the doggie across the road. Who checked me out.