<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12885547.post4222551140538642917..comments</id><updated>2008-05-01T09:55:58.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on SarahJM.com: Quid Pro Quo, Sarah</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sarahjm.com/feeds/4222551140538642917/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12885547/4222551140538642917/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sarahjm.com/2008/04/quid-pro-quo-sarah.html'/><author><name>Sarah J M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12885547.post-5964004163196354789</id><published>2008-05-01T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:46:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I asked my mom for a puppy one year for a birthday...</title><content type='html'>I asked my mom for a puppy one year for a birthday present and she bought me my first bird instead. He was a cockatiel and I named him Max. He was really smart and funny. He would go on walks outside with me and he would sit on my shoulder in the morning when I got ready for school. Well my brother took him out once and wasn't watching him so a cat got him. However my mom quickly got two cockateils from the bar next door and one was kind of cool, but he died not long after we got him. The other one is the biggest brat and over 11 years later he is still around. He bites and is constantly carrying on very loudly. The worst though, and the reason I commented, don't let Baby hear that annoying alarm clock sound if you don't like it. He picked that up and will do it every day starting at around 7 am. So be careful with what sounds you don't want him to pick up. I am sure you found out already if you looked online that they can learn to talk too. The one I have can say pretty boy bailey and he plays hide and seek behind his blanket that covers half the cage. Good luck with your new friend.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12885547/4222551140538642917/comments/default/5964004163196354789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12885547/4222551140538642917/comments/default/5964004163196354789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sarahjm.com/2008/04/quid-pro-quo-sarah.html?showComment=1209656760000#c5964004163196354789' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.sarahjm.com/2008/04/quid-pro-quo-sarah.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12885547.post-4222551140538642917' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12885547/posts/default/4222551140538642917' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>