I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, Tall Man has built something weird in the backyard.
Doodlebug: Yes, he has put together a new house.
Sweetie: Thank you for giving us the big house.
Me: Nope. That’s a storage shed for equipment and chicken supplies.
Sweetie: But it looks perfect and tiny for y’all and MoonCat.
MoonCat: I’m fine right where I am, thank you.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, something little is moving back and forth on the wall.
Me: Parakeet shadows.
Sweetie: Parakeets have shadows?
Me: Sure, when the light’s just right.
Doodlebug: They’re too small.
MoonCat: Too small? They caught your attention.
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“Red sky at morning, sailors take warning.” And the rest of us, too.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Hey, little yappy dog! Don’t you yell at us!
Sweetie: Yeah, you’re not so tough! I’ll show you who’s tough!
Me: No, you won’t. Pay no attention.
Doodlebug: He started it!
Me: Pay no attention. Just because somebody is loud doesn’t mean you have to be loud back.
Sweetie: Well, that’s no fun.
MoonCat: Where, oh where have my earplugs gone? Where, oh where can they be?
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, Sweetie is clunking around.
Sweetie: I am not a clunker!
Me: What are you doing with one of my shoes on your foot?
Sweetie: I’m being you.
Me: Just because you wear my shoe doesn’t…it doesn’t work that way. The shoe fits my foot, not yours.
Sweetie: But your shoe makes a big print and smells like you. Nobody will expect that. I can get by with all kinds of stuff.
MoonCat: Yes, because no one will notice a bulldog clunking along in a giant shoe.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Baby and Bud: Eee! Eee! Eee! Giants and more giants walking through!
Me: It’s alright. You’re fine.
Baby and Bud: Giants walking. Boom! Boom! Boom! And short giants, too!
Me: I know humans and bulldogs must seem like giants to you.
Sweetie: Who are they calling ‘short’?
MoonCat: A bulldog is to a human as a stump is to an oak tree, so yeah. Short giant. It’s all in how you look at it.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Psst! Lady Human, I hear something.
Me: I do, too. I hear you.
Sweetie: I hear it, too. A little tiny crunchy noise.
Me: Y’all, it’s too late to be talking…
Sweetie: Is a possum in the house?
Me: What? A possum?
Doodlebug: That got her attention.
Me: No, it’s not a possum. The budgies are snacking on their millet spray.
MoonCat: A possum in the house? Whyever not? We already have birds. Come one, come all.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, what are you wrestling with in the budgies’ wire house?
Me: Their millet spray is all picked over, so I’m taking it out so I can put in a new one.
Doodlebug: My food bowl is all picked over, too. Can I get a new one?
Sweetie: Oh, my. So is mine. I just want a refill, please, not a whole new bowl.
MoonCat: As everyone else is putting in orders, I may as well, too. Only no millet sprays, please.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, you were clapping hands and singing human nonsense with the Little Human. I want to do that, too.
Me: We were playing patty cake. It’s an old nursery rhyme song. Not really bulldog friendly.
Doodlebug: Give us a chance. Here. Patty cake.
Me: Ow. A little heavy-handed.
Sweetie: Forget the hand stuff. The important question – Where are the cakes?
MoonCat: The really important question – Are they fish cakes?
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“Uh-oh!” “Okay.”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: You are frowning, Lady Human. Your face has gone all bulldoggy.
Me: I’m trying to cook something up, a new idea for a project I’m working on.
Doodlebug: Can we eat some of it? Like all of it?
Sweetie: I love the stuff you cook up. Mmmm….
Me: It’s not that kind of cooking.
MoonCat: Save your breathe, ma’am. They’re already floating off into a dreamy bulldog feast.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, that big loud fancy bird outside is acting weird.
Sweetie: Yeah, it’s pretending to be a parakeet and is sitting on a stick.
Me: He is a rooster and he is roosting.
Doodlebug: How come we can’t do that?
Me: Your feet aren’t made the same way.
Doodlebug: How come?
Me: For so it seemed good to the Great Creator.
MoonCat: Flat sturdy ground beneath my delicate little feet. So it seems good to me, too.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Winds are up! Hold tight!
Doodlebug: Bulldogs are made to hold tight.
Sweetie: Look at this mouth! It screams ‘Hold Tight’!
Baby and Bud: Hold tight, feet!
MoonCat: Chill and hang loose.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, I found the most wonderful thing!
Me: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold up there, partner! Don’t bring that mud in here!
Doodlebug: Great globby mud feet, Sweetie!
Sweetie: Thanks! There’s a big ole puddle right in the middle of the yard! I can splash in it and stomp in it!
Doodlebug: I want one!
MoonCat: What else can I say but YUCK! But I always say YUCK! So there’s that.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: There is a loud chicken meeting going on outside, Lady Human.
Me: Yeah, they’re holding some kind of convention.
Doodlebug: How come? I’ve talked to those chickens. They never say anything but ‘Squawk!’ and ‘Cluck!’
Sweetie: A lot like humans.
MoonCat: I could say something, but I won’t.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Why is it hot feeling today, Lady Human?
Me: We are having a mini heat wave.
Sweetie: What is the heat waving at? Not me, for sure.
Me: We’ll drop down about 45 degrees in a couple of days.
Doodlebug: It’s that stupid sky that can’t make up its mind again.
MoonCat: As long as it makes up its mind in my favor, I don’t mind a few waves here and there.
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“Be careful what pack you hang out with.”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Speaking of food…
Me: Were we speaking of food?
Sweetie: Always. Humans eat different stuff all the time. Our food always looks the same.
Doodlebug: And you never eat our food, which is good because more for us.
Sweetie: Yeah, we want some different food.
MoonCat: Don’t look over here. Mine is mine.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Where’s our food? Food! Food! Food!
Me: It’s here. Y’all are food fixated.
Sweetie: Food is what it’s all about.
Me: No. Life is more than food and the body is more than clothing. Do you know who said that?
Sweetie: Clothing? Like sweaters? Life IS more than sweaters. No sweaters! No sweaters! No sweaters!
Doodlebug: Food! Food! Food!
MoonCat: And so run the one-track bulldog minds.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: What is that sound you are playing, Lady Human?
Me: It’s a Gregorian chant. Very old.
Doodlebug: The budgies are listening. They’ve gone quiet.
MoonCat: Maybe the Gregorians could chant more often.
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