Oliver, the African Grey, is getting acclimated to the house. He is talking a lot more, but still will not speak when I'm in the room.
Today I let the dogs in for their breakfast, and left both doors open so Oliver could observe the sights and sounds of the rowdy pack. After everyone was settled, I gave Oliver his morning peanut and went to sit down at the computer.
After a minute I heard a gruff mans voice saying "Slim, slim, get over here" followed by a whistle. After that went on for a bit the mans' voice said "Slim, sit, SIT DAMMIT" followed by a dog's whine. My dog's weren't whining or talking, it was Oliver, telling us all a story from his past.
Oliver also meows at the cat, cackles when she runs out of the room and says "where'd you go?"
I'm glad he's with us now, and I hope his new doggy tales are happier ones.