Mary was “fed up” with Bob and determined to make him do exactly what she wanted. She knew he could do better, “He’s just being stubborn,” she said to herself.
“If he could do this one thing just this once,” she thought, “everything would be so much easier.” She had put so much time into helping him excel. Couldn’t he see how much it meant to her? He was simply being a stubborn smart-alack about the whole thing.
When she brought Bob home, it was like finding an oasis in a desert. She hadn’t felt so strongly for another living being since she’d lost Alex.
Alex was her first love. He was perfect in every way. Alex was a sweetie and a wonderful communicator. It was almost like he could anticipate what she wanted him to do before she could ask him to do it. Oh how she missed Alex.
As she looked at Bob, she filled with love and resigned herself to be more patient. She grabbed one of his favorite treats and coaxed, “Mama’s baby boy.” He responded by just looking at her. He didn’t say a word.
Defeated, she hung her head low, turned and walked away.
She’d only taken a few steps when, in his majestic African Grey Parrot voice, he said, “Mama’s baby Bob.”
She lifted her head in excitement. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.