The Dog Of Doom And The Psychotic Budgie

On Friday, I was in work all day and DH was home, minding the dog.
When I got home, DH took me into the kitchen, away from the tender ears of the young ones, and related to me a tale of some length, moderate tension and extreme hilarity.

DH noticed that the budgie's seed bowl needed refilling, so he opened the cage door. Charlie, the afore-mentioned psychotic budgie of doom, seized the opportunity to zoom out of the cage and apparently   managed to disappear into thin air, to DH's dismay. DH searched diligently and turned to look at the dog, who was sitting on the settee, licking his lips, as if finishing a tasy morsel.

Needless to say, this increased DH's panic exponentially, and he redoubled his search with increasing desperation, only to eventually discover the budgie happily sitting on the floor, nestled amongst the TV/DVD cables and hidden by the other settee.

DH's relief was profound, and he stripped off his top to cover Charlie up whilst transferring him back to the cage - a necessary precaution as Charlie can bite like the very devil. We don't call him psychotic for nothing !

DH never did find out why the dog was licking his lips, but at least we didn't have to break the news of the budgie's untimely end to the children that day....

Charlie lives to fight another day :-)