So, let's count.

2 dogs.  1 cat.  Several fish.  Lizards finally died. Now, Paddy, the green cheeked conure.

I used to make fun of people like me.  Of course, that was before I had kids who love animals.

All Gracie wanted was a bird for her birthday.  I went to the pet store and found the parakeets.  I had some when I was a kid.  I remember one who was sweet and would sit on your hand.  The other one was white with red eyes, and attacked anyone who got close to it.  They didn't last long.

I immediately fell in love with Paddy!

I can't stand to see my kids cry over a dead pet, so I decided the conure that lives up to 30 years was a good idea.  He poops a lot.  I swore I wouldn't bring anything else into the house that poops, until something else that poops, dies.

The lizards finally died, so Gracie grabbed the opportunity.  I actually like Paddy.  He's a sweet bird, but he poops...a lot.