I rather think its time to sterilize them early on, personally.

Pssssst ( I hope she means dogs and not posters )

She's the one with the whip. You do as she tells you.

Depends on the poster

But in all seriousness, the poor soi dogs need to be sterilized, it cuts down on the number of dogs and allows them at least a modicum of a pleasant life.

Back to animal conversation tho, if anyone read my links it was the parrot that blew me away in the natl geographic article and I must say, gave me a bit of a sad feeling too. Not a big fan of caged birds.

"Wanna go tree," Alex said in a tiny voice.

Alex had lived his entire life in captivity, but he knew that beyond the lab's door, there was a hallway and a tall window framing a leafy elm tree. He liked to see the tree, so Pepperberg put her hand out for him to climb aboard. She walked him down the hall into the tree's green light.

"Good boy! Good birdie," Alex said, bobbing on her hand.

"Yes, you're a good boy. You're a good birdie." And she kissed his feathered head.

Depends on the poster

But in all seriousness, the poor soi dogs need to be sterilized, it cuts down on the number of dogs and allows them at least a modicum of a pleasant life.

Back to animal conversation tho, if anyone read my links it was the parrot that blew me away in the natl geographic article and I must say, gave me a bit of a sad feeling too. Not a big fan of caged birds.

"Wanna go tree," Alex said in a tiny voice.

Alex had lived his entire life in captivity, but he knew that beyond the lab's door, there was a hallway and a tall window framing a leafy elm tree. He liked to see the tree, so Pepperberg put her hand out for him to climb aboard. She walked him down the hall into the tree's green light.

"Good boy! Good birdie," Alex said, bobbing on her hand.

"Yes, you're a good boy. You're a good birdie." And she kissed his feathered head.

My cousin had a Sulphur Crested Cockatoo that had belonged to an old lady who had fed him meat all his life. As a result, well over 90 years old, the bird had lost all it's feathers except for 3 yellow ones on his head. A bald parrot...very ugly, but comical too with the comb that would raise whenever he was startled.

Jacko had a big cage with a door that was closed by a horizontal bar falling into a latch. He could grip the side of the cage with one foot, and using his other claw and his beak, he could lift the bar and let himself out. No problem. Take him a couple of minutes. He would walk around the house or the garden at his liesure......but if he did something "naughty" like nip all my aunt's seedlings off, he would be scolded with "Jacko, you naughty boy!!!".

It was hilarious to watch: Any time he was told off, he would screech "Yikes!" and scuttle back to his cage and spend the next half hour trying to lock himself back in as it was much harder to do than unlock the cage.

He would put himself to bed too, when told firmly.

Jacko was clever. He knew when to say goodbye and when to say hello (although his greeting and parting were gained from all the years with the old lady: "Hellooo Dear" and "Hooroo then"

He would dance with good rythm if you whistled "Pop Goes the Weasel".

Dear old Jacko.

Depends on the poster

But in all seriousness, the poor soi dogs need to be sterilized, it cuts down on the number of dogs and allows them at least a modicum of a pleasant life.

Back to animal conversation tho, if anyone read my links it was the parrot that blew me away in the natl geographic article and I must say, gave me a bit of a sad feeling too. Not a big fan of caged birds.

"Wanna go tree," Alex said in a tiny voice.

Alex had lived his entire life in captivity, but he knew that beyond the lab's door, there was a hallway and a tall window framing a leafy elm tree. He liked to see the tree, so Pepperberg put her hand out for him to climb aboard. She walked him down the hall into the tree's green light.

"Good boy! Good birdie," Alex said, bobbing on her hand.

"Yes, you're a good boy. You're a good birdie." And she kissed his feathered head.

African Grey parrots are possibly the smartest birds of the animal kingdom. I have two friends who own them and it's amazing what they have learned. I always hate to see birds caged and even worse... elephants chained. Hence my story of the baby elephant I befriended.

Oh, and I do agree about the soi dogs being sterilized. It would clean up a lot of problems.

Depends on the poster

But in all seriousness, the poor soi dogs need to be sterilized, it cuts down on the number of dogs and allows them at least a modicum of a pleasant life.

Back to animal conversation tho, if anyone read my links it was the parrot that blew me away in the natl geographic article and I must say, gave me a bit of a sad feeling too. Not a big fan of caged birds.

"Wanna go tree," Alex said in a tiny voice.

Alex had lived his entire life in captivity, but he knew that beyond the lab's door, there was a hallway and a tall window framing a leafy elm tree. He liked to see the tree, so Pepperberg put her hand out for him to climb aboard. She walked him down the hall into the tree's green light.

"Good boy! Good birdie," Alex said, bobbing on her hand.

"Yes, you're a good boy. You're a good birdie." And she kissed his feathered head.

My cousin had a Sulphur Crested Cockatoo that had belonged to an old lady who had fed him meat all his life. As a result, well over 90 years old, the bird had lost all it's feathers except for 3 yellow ones on his head. A bald parrot...very ugly, but comical too with the comb that would raise whenever he was startled.

Jacko had a big cage with a door that was closed by a horizontal bar falling into a latch. He could grip the side of the cage with one foot, and using his other claw and his beak, he could lift the bar and let himself out. No problem. Take him a couple of minutes. He would walk around the house or the garden at his liesure......but if he did something "naughty" like nip all my aunt's seedlings off, he would be scolded with "Jacko, you naughty boy!!!".

It was hilarious to watch: Any time he was told off, he would screech "Yikes!" and scuttle back to his cage and spend the next half hour trying to lock himself back in as it was much harder to do than unlock the cage.

He would put himself to bed too, when told firmly.

Jacko was clever. He knew when to say goodbye and when to say hello (although his greeting and parting were gained from all the years with the old lady: "Hellooo Dear" and "Hooroo then"

He would dance with good rythm if you whistled "Pop Goes the Weasel".

Dear old Jacko.

What a lovely story!! Brought a tear to this old wizened woman.

We're not old Patsy....experienced, and not over the hill.

I'm always talking to animals. This guy was begging a meal off me, so I gave him the cat that was rubbing my leg.. He was most appreciative and begged for more, but the lady whose cat I took was still screaming at me.

Good one Ian.

Reminds me of the time I was sitting in the park feeding the pigeons ........to my dog.

Depends on the poster

But in all seriousness, the poor soi dogs need to be sterilized, it cuts down on the number of dogs and allows them at least a modicum of a pleasant life.

Back to animal conversation tho, if anyone read my links it was the parrot that blew me away in the natl geographic article and I must say, gave me a bit of a sad feeling too. Not a big fan of caged birds.

"Wanna go tree," Alex said in a tiny voice.

Alex had lived his entire life in captivity, but he knew that beyond the lab's door, there was a hallway and a tall window framing a leafy elm tree. He liked to see the tree, so Pepperberg put her hand out for him to climb aboard. She walked him down the hall into the tree's green light.

"Good boy! Good birdie," Alex said, bobbing on her hand.

"Yes, you're a good boy. You're a good birdie." And she kissed his feathered head.

My cousin had a Sulphur Crested Cockatoo that had belonged to an old lady who had fed him meat all his life. As a result, well over 90 years old, the bird had lost all it's feathers except for 3 yellow ones on his head. A bald parrot...very ugly, but comical too with the comb that would raise whenever he was startled.

Jacko had a big cage with a door that was closed by a horizontal bar falling into a latch. He could grip the side of the cage with one foot, and using his other claw and his beak, he could lift the bar and let himself out. No problem. Take him a couple of minutes. He would walk around the house or the garden at his liesure......but if he did something "naughty" like nip all my aunt's seedlings off, he would be scolded with "Jacko, you naughty boy!!!".

It was hilarious to watch: Any time he was told off, he would screech "Yikes!" and scuttle back to his cage and spend the next half hour trying to lock himself back in as it was much harder to do than unlock the cage.

He would put himself to bed too, when told firmly.

Jacko was clever. He knew when to say goodbye and when to say hello (although his greeting and parting were gained from all the years with the old lady: "Hellooo Dear" and "Hooroo then"

He would dance with good rythm if you whistled "Pop Goes the Weasel".

Dear old Jacko.

What a lovely story!! Brought a tear to this old wizened woman.

When we lived in OZ, '55 - '63 we had a sulphur crested cocky.

He, Charlie, became a nudist bird too.

Would wander around the property.

Best watchdog/bird ever.

Would sit outside bedroom window in a tree, "Wake up Father", on time for work every morning.

Somehow knew Sat & Sun.

Amazing bird, no cats or dogs came in.

Some <deleted> stole him,....... <deleted>.

He was as ugly assssssss, but we loved him.

Check here for most intelligent bird, brilliant, its a menace.........LOL

Not a Kiwi, but a NZ bird, the KEA, a high country parrot.

Trying to be a good Buddhist, I often negotiate with cockroaches in my kitchen " Get out of my sight or I smash you"

Sometime they listen, sometime I smash them ...

Trying to be a good Buddhist, I often negotiate with cockroaches in my kitchen " Get out of my sight or I smash you"

Sometime they listen, sometime I smash them ...

Difficult little bleeders to negotiate with for sure, best to just stamp on them on them ( warthogs never listen, but difficult to get your leg over )

Trying to be a good Buddhist, I often negotiate with cockroaches in my kitchen " Get out of my sight or I smash you"

Sometime they listen, sometime I smash them ...

Do you use your bare feet in the shower like I do? Sometimes they beat it down the drain before I stomp them.

Trying to be a good Buddhist, I often negotiate with cockroaches in my kitchen " Get out of my sight or I smash you"

Sometime they listen, sometime I smash them ...

Difficult little bleeders to negotiate with for sure, best to just stamp on them on them ( warthogs never listen, but difficult to get your leg over )

You like to get your leg over with warthogs!!!! They're not nearly as cute as sheep, ya know (so I've been told), but I guess beauty is in the eye....

Trying to be a good Buddhist, I often negotiate with cockroaches in my kitchen " Get out of my sight or I smash you"

Sometime they listen, sometime I smash them ...

Difficult little bleeders to negotiate with for sure, best to just stamp on them on them ( warthogs never listen, but difficult to get your leg over )

You like to get your leg over with warthogs!!!! They're not nearly as cute as sheep, ya know (so I've been told), but I guess beauty is in the eye....

And as a Kiwi you've been "told" this?

Ok.

I've always been the black sheep....never one to conform.

I've always been the black sheep....never one to conform.

Was gunna call in and see Harky.

NOW I am not so sure.

Thank heaven I am not black, I don't have warts, and not a hog.

I've always been the black sheep....never one to conform.

Was gunna call in and see Harky.

NOW I am not so sure.

Thank heaven I am not black, I don't have warts, and not a hog.

Yep shame, could be marriage if you had those fine attributes..............

I rather think its time to sterilize them early on, personally.

Yes. The smartest move. Unfortunately, this is not largely practiced.

Six years ago.

I was sitting in a bar in Chaweng on Samui. I was on my own, just watching the people etc.

A cat jumped on my lap and curled up fell asleep.

That is one of the best memories of Chaweng that i have. Being thousands of miles from my real cats. That wee thing made me feel at home.

And i made friends that night - wow look at the gurl with the cat..

Have to say any girl with a friendly pussy, always seems to make friends really easily...............must be a fur thing

Have to say any girl with a friendly pussy, always seems to make friends really easily...............must be a fur thing

You know, I am totally against the fur trade, but I'm not a vegetarian, if someone offers me a pork scratching, I insist on it being shaved before I'll eat it.

Some people think this would be more appropriate...

But, when you tell a joke to your pet are they polite and laugh in return?

Or do they just turn and give you the other side..

Sometimes I have an up close and personal conversation with them...

Thats it................. You and me Ian right now..................( I knew the wife was seeing somebody else, just a shock it's Ian )

She looks a bit of a moose to me!

Those hormones have produced a bit of a beard. I'd let Ian have her......unless she can cook.