Aw, I don't know about that. I'm used to taking care of the dogs at the precinct!

[And then the fancy bird finds his way over to Gumshoe's shoulder, which isn't much of a bother. If anything, it's a pleasant surprise, and he sounds choked up when he says:] I think your fancy bird likes me, sir!

[He holds out a hand to the bird excitedly, as if expecting it to respond to him the same way a dog would. Gumshoe's a little confused but he's got the spirit.]