I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Due to the wild, loud bulldog singing yesterday, we are instituting a new house rule. Indoor Voices in the house.
Sweetie: BOOOO!
Doodlebug: Double BOOOO!
MoonCat: Well, that worked, didn’t it?
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Tuning up. Here we go. AHHOOOO!
Doodlebug: AHHOOOOHOOO!
Sweetie: Together now!
Doodlebug and Sweetie: AHHOOOO! AHHOOO!
Me: Hold on! Wait just a minute here!
Sweetie: Okay, Lady Human! Just a minute though. We’re all warmed up.
MoonCat: Where’s a cool front when we need it?
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human?
Me: Yes?
Sweetie: Something is wrong.
Me: What, pray tell?
Sweetie: It’s too quiet. There’s no wind, the humming kind or the whistling kind, and no loud human machines are roaring or rumbling.
Me: For how many days have you been complaining about too much noise? And now it’s quiet. Do you want the noise back?
Sweetie: Maybe…a little.
Doodlebug: I don’t want it back. Naptime.
MoonCat: No comment. Now it’s quiet.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: There’s that humming again outside the kitchen window.
Me: It’s the wind, doing its thing.
Doodlebug: Why can’t its thing be quieter?
Sweetie: First, it was whistling. Now it’s humming. I don’t recognize the song so I can’t even hum along. I know. I’ll hum my own song! That’ll teach that wind a lesson.
MoonCat: What lesson would that be? That bulldogs can’t carry a tune?
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Watch out. Stand aside. Coming through.
Me: Well, you could give a little more notice.
Sweetie: Your legs were in my way, Lady Human. I moved them over.
Me: A little politeness goes a long way.
Sweetie: I am a bulldog. Polite is not my middle name. Cuddly, yes. Adorable, yes. Wonderful, yes. Polite just wastes time. Coming back through.
Doodlebug: I’m polite!
MoonCat: Me, too, if extra treats are forthcoming as a result.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Buzzing, Lady Human, loud buzzing! Bees swarming! Watch out!
Me: Not this time, honey. That’s a lawn mower running.
Doodlebug: It’s too annoying. Must be wasps.
Sweetie: On second thought…loud…annoying. Yep. Has to be human.
MoonCat: Yes, blame every noise on the humans. No other species makes loud annoying noises, do they, bulldogs?
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“Awkward but necessary. I wish someone could lend me a hand.”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, how come me and Doodle don’t have long tails?
Me: A century and more of bulldog breeding took that away from y’all. But you can still wag what you’ve got.
Sweetie: Ugh! Humans again, deciding what we can and can’t have! Not fair.
Baby and Bud: Chirrrup! We keep our long tail feathers!
Me: Not all human decisions are…
Doodlebug: Wise?
Sweetie: Intelligent?
Baby and Bud: Good ideas?
Doodlebug: Unselfish?
Sweetie: Well-intentioned?
MoonCat: I think we get the idea. The important thing is that I still have my long, luxurious tail to wave in all your faces.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. BLAH!
Sweetie: BLAH! BLAH!
Me: If “blah” still means what it used to mean, y’all said it in the most excited non-blah way.
Doodlebug: Nothing to do.
Sweetie: Nothing to chew.
Me: Wrong on both counts. Eat. Drink. Walk around. Breathe the air. Take a nap.
MoonCat: Nap. Beat you to it about an hour ago. Nothing blah about a nap.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, someone is rudely whistling outside, disturbing our peace. Make them stop.
Me: Sorry. I can’t. That’s the wind again.
Doodlebug: Why can’t it blow quietly? I’m trying to nap.
Me: There are all kinds of factors that cause the winds to rise.
Sweetie: I know what causes it. Humans talking. talking, talking all the time with their big flappy mouths. Windbags blowing air everywhere. They need to quiet down.
MoonCat: Oh, that’s right. Only humans are big windbags. Yeah, sure.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, look out the window. That tree is waving to us!
Me: The wind is shaking that thin branch.
Doodlebug: It’s bouncing up and down. It must be happy. Hey, cats can climb trees. I saw it on the Big Picture Box. Go climb it, MoonCat!
MoonCat: I never climb bouncing trees. Not good cat sense. I think it is nodding in agreement with me that we want the winds to settle down. Just a thought.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. LOUD!
Me: Yes, you are.
Sweetie: Not us. Lady Human! Tall Man is pushing around the Monster Machine! LOUDER THAN US!
Baby and Bud: LOUD!
Me: Okay, I’ll shut the door and we’ll wait it out in here. He’s just getting the dust and dirt up. You want that, don’t you?
Sweetie: We’ll keep the dust.
Doodlebug: We’ll keep the dirt.
MoonCat: Yes, dust and dirt are a whole lot quieter, if you forget about the coughing and the sneezing.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Achoo! Snort snort! What is that awful smell?
Sweetie: Lady Human, you are responsible for this mismanagement of our air!
Me: I just spritzed a very small amount of an old cologne I had. I did it completely away from the parakeets to see if it was any good…
Doodlebug: Oh, protect the budgies, but not the bulldogs. Is that it? Our precious noses are millions of times more sensitive than yours!
Me: I’m opening a window to let it out.
Sweetie: And now the world will never be the same.
MoonCat: That window opening option might work on other objectionable odors, say the kind spritzed from bulldogs.
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“Just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it isn’t there.”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: That two-legged human on the Big Picture Box sure knows how to use his feet.
Me: Yeah, that’s Ray Bolger in an old movie.
Doodlebug: Too bad he didn’t have four feet. Think what he could have done then.
Me: Humans are only allotted two. More than that, we might get into even more trouble.
Sweetie: Can you dance, Lady Human?
Me: Nope. Never have been able to.
Sweetie: I can! Watch! You just move this way and then faster. If you need help, I’ll lend you a couple of my feet.
MoonCat: A generous offer, though a little lopsided.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, how come Tall Man has a fuzzy face?
Me: Fuzzy?
Doodlebug: Yeah. He has fuzz covering half his face which is a really good look for a human. Much more bulldogish.
Me: Oh, the beard. Some men grow facial hair and some shave it off. Personal choice.
Sweetie: I’ve always felt sorry for humans with your hairless faces. It must be very cold.
MoonCat: Not if they have a cat cuddler.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: How come you call us a “pack”, Lady Human? I don’t pack anything.
Me: It’s a group name. The name for a group of bulldogs is a “blitz” meaning lightning or a “grumble”of bulldogs, though “grumble” applies to pugs, too.
Doodlebug: Blitz. Cool! That sounds like us. Lightning! Zoom!
Me: But we’re not just bulldogs. We have a cat and parakeets and…me, a human. I count, too. So “pack” is the better term for us.
MoonCat: I prefer “grumble” for bulldogs. Sounds about right. Lightning? Not the bulldogs I know.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human?
Me: Yes?
Sweetie: Treats.
Me: You still have food in your bowl.
Sweetie: Yes, but…
Me: But what?
Sweetie: Treats.
Doodlebug: Now she’s got me thinking about them. Lady Human?
Me: Yes?
Doodlebug: Treats.
MoonCat: Now we know the topic for the day.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, what are you hiding behind your back?
Me: Nothing important.
Doodlebug: I see it. Nail clippers! Run!
Me: Wait, y’all! How about I just clip one toenail each day?
Sweetie: One toenail too many! All we want is for our precious feet to be left alone!
Doodlebug: You know what she will do? She’ll wait until we’re asleep and then she’ll sneak up on us with her sneaky clippers.
MoonCat: Solution? Sleep with feet tucked under and one eye open.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Your treats are almost here. And mine, too. 4 stops away.
Sweetie: Why are they stopping?
Me: They have other deliveries to make.
Doodlebug: Before us? Not fair!
Sweetie: Let’s run outside and get there first!
Me: And terrify the delivery person with a running bulldog charge? No way.
MoonCat: No one is terrified by a charging sleek, beautiful, charming, graceful, treat-loving feline. I will be happy to greet the treats at the door.
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