Buster was only about 4 years old when baby Taylor came into his life. I wasn't sure what he thought about this new addition brought in the house by my daughter until one day the following happened:
My daughter worked for us in our home business and because she couldn't afford a babysitter she brought her new baby to work every day. Baby Taylor was NOT a happy baby, screaming during his waking hours. This went on for several days with Baby Taylor in the kitchen where Buster was.
One day apparently Buster had enough of the crying and tried to solve the problem himself. First, he asked, "Are you thirsty?" After a few minutes of more crying, he tried, "Want treats?" When that didn't work his last try was (in a really loud voice), "Gotta go!"
At that point when nothing happened Buster just went back in his cage and ate some seeds.
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