The Parrot Dog

I have been working weekends, so Frisco has been missing sitting with me Saturday afternoons watching Bollywood. He loves the music and tends to squawk along with the telly. This week, I took a Monday afternoon off, and spent that time with him. He obviously missed me, coz he refused to stay on his perch, preferring to sit with me on my tv chair. He was climbing up and down the chair, pulling at my tee-shirt and tumbling all over my hair.
When I walked to the kitchen, he would scramble down and follow me, like a dog. He doesn't fly, and it's not because his wings are clipped - they haven't been clipped for over a year now. He flaps them, but he never takes off.
I never imagined a parrot to be like this. I have done so much of reading about them yet, the attachment is different. He doesn't talk - but he squawks in varying pitches - perhaps he's trying. I actually don't care if he does because he still understands me. Before he hops off his perch, my famous words to him would be "GO POTTY FIRST" - and he would do just that.
Maybe one day, he'll tell me himself that he has to potty first.