When Blake was injured, he was an incredible Velcro boy. RDC has been away this week and Blake has continued to be such a Velcro boy that earlier this evening he flew (fluttered) from the top of his cage (which I had rolled to the kitchen doorway so he could see me) all the way to me, except "all the way to me" was too far for his stubby wings, and he nearly landed in a roller pan full of Behr Ocean Air eggshell-finish latex paint (but I caught him). Right now he is tucked on my shoulder and I am not going to bed but watching actual live television because I cannot bear to get up and disturb him. Also, earlier he had a yawning fit.
I reserve the right to change my mind, especially if he ever does land in the paint or succeeds in diving into the toaster because he wants his chunk of bagel now, but right now I am content for my dog to be only hypothetical.