I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, you’re walking slow and lopsided today.
Me: Yeah, I’ve got a hitch in my get-along.
Sweetie: Great! May I have one, too?
Me: I don’t believe you want one of these. Besides, it’s not something that I can give away.
Doodlebug: There go the humans being stingy again.
MoonCat: Some gifts just aren’t worth the trouble.
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“Everyone knows where you’ve been.”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Up there. On top of that tall thing. I want up there.
Me: There’s nothing for you up there.
Sweetie: How do I know without looking? Give me a boost.
Doodlebug: Yeah, give me a boost, too.
Me: 75 to 80 pounds each? I don’t think so.
MoonCat: Another advantage of cathood. No boosts needed.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Okay. y’all, let’s not waste food. It’s not chicken feed, you know.
Sweetie: It had better not be chicken feed. Do I look like a chicken?
Doodlebug: Wait! What does chicken feed taste like? The chickens seem to enjoy it. Maybe…
Me: Nope. Dog food for dogs. I was using an old expression because chicken feed used to be cheap.
Doodlebug: So we can waste it.
MoonCat: Someone is missing the whole point. Ohhh, bulldogs. My, oh my.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, my tail is…is…stumpy. I can’t do anything with it.
Me: You can wag it.
Sweetie: Mine is stumpy, too. I can’t even whack anybody in the face with it.
Me: Do you want to?
Sweetie: Sure.
MoonCat: Face whacking with my tail. You just opened up a whole world of possibilities for me.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, the doors are opening and closing too much.
Me: But not by themselves. There’s just a lot of coming and going today.
Sweetie: How come? Tall Man is in and out. The Little Human is back and forth. And you, well, you’re sitting pretty still, but there’s all the other backward and forward stuff.
Me: Some days are simply busier than others.
MoonCat: The very reason I never miss an opportunity for a quick nap. Or a medium nap. Or a long nap. I’ll be honest. I nap as much as possible no matter what’s going on. Sound napping policy.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, why did you leave us awhile ago? Were you doing some weird human nonsense? I feel so left out.
Me: I went to vote.
Doodlebug: Nobody asked me to do that, whatever it is. Was there food?
Me: It’s a selection process. We make choices by pushing a button. Not something that would interest dogs. Or cats. Or birds…
Sweetie: So something that doesn’t matter then.
Me: I wouldn’t say that.
MoonCat: Something that matters to us, but once again humans control the buttons.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: NOW HEAR THIS!
Me: It’s hard not to.
Sweetie: I hereby declare my bulldog right to freedom of speech!
Doodlebug: Does that mean me, too?
Sweetie: Only when I’m not talking.
MoonCat: That pretty much squeezes the rest of us out.
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“Thankful for every drop.”
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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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