Who let the dog out?

As I was sitting at the computer reading the blog posts of others, I heard the voices of the parentals in the living room. They were telling the dog to "put that down. That's not a toy!" The fear in their voices made me think they just might need some help getting whatever it is away from Piper, the rottweiler. I entered the room not knowing what to expect and finding the situation to be calm. Apparently, Dad had taken Roxy, our quaker parrot, out of his cage. The bird lifted off his hand and began to fly around the room as he usually does, probably to stretch out his wings. Piper got all excited at this, thinking that Roxy flying from his hands had been Dad throwing one of her many toys. She jumped up from where she lay and fixed her eyes on what she thought to be an airborne object. To make matters worse, Roxy landed on the floor, something he hardly ever does. He usually returns to my father's hand to be placed once again in his cage. But this time he landed right next to Piper. The dog, still believing Roxy is a toy, turned to pick it/him up in her mouth and carry it/him to my dad triumphantly. When Joyce(Dad's girlfriend and owner of Piper) saw this, she reprimanded Piper and attempted to get Roxy safely away from the dumbfounded canine.
In both the theater and life, all's well that ends well.