Budgie House Cleaning – Part 1 – Conversations with the Big Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: Okay, stand back a little. It’s budgie housecleaning day.

Sweetie: Can I help?

Me: Yes, by standing back.

Baby and Bud: Accckk! We pooped over there.

Me: Yes, I noticed.

Sweetie: How come the birds get to poop in their house, but we have to go outside?

Me: You can’t fly.

Doodlebug: No fair. MoonCat can’t fly and she gets to go in the house.

MoonCat: Excuse me, bulldogs. I have well-developed bathroom habits. Think about trying that.

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What’s Going Into Your Ears? – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: She’s plugged in again.

Doodlebug: Lady Human, what goes into your ears when you plug those things into your ears?

Sweetie: Yeah, we keep our ears open so they can, you know, be ears.

Me: Right now, it’s music.

Doodlebug: Ew! No! That human screechy stuff.

MoonCat: She didn’t have a recording of bulldog screechy stuff. She had to make do.

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Porch Guard – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Buggdogges. What are you doing sitting out there, Lady Human? And what are we doing sitting here watching you?

Me: Tall Man asked me to watch the car while he’s working on something. He gave it a good cleaning and it has to dry out. That’s why its doors are open.

Doodlebug: It looks like a bird with four wings spread.

Sweetie: So you’re a guard of cars like we are of chickens.

Me: Chickens are more fun to watch.

Sweetie: Shouldn’t we have badges?

MoonCat: Where would we pin them?

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Have an Egg Sandwich – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: How did you make those eggs go flat, Lady Human?

Me: I cracked them open over a heated pan and fried them.

Sweetie: Mmmmm. Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! And that flat stuff on the outside.

Me: Bread? You want an egg sandwich?

MoonCat: Does that question even need to be asked?

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Rain, Rain, Don’t Go Away! – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, the rain! The rain!

Me: Yeah, it’s great. First rain in quite a while.

Sweetie: But my poor wet tootsies.

Me: They can dry just fine in the house. We need the water.

Sweetie: I have water in my bowl.

Me: And where did that come from?

Doodlebug: You turned on that long metal thing over the sink.

Me: And before that?

MoonCat: It’s a deep, dark secret that only the humans know…Oh, wait…

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The Return of the Possum! – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, what’s this mess?

Me: Oh, great! Some varmint has pulled a sack of bread into the yard.

Sweetie: Whoever did it has bad breath.

Me: More than likely a possum.

Sweetie: No! Not again.! Trespasser! You just wait til I track your grabby little feet.

Me: I guess the bread wasn’t that good. She wouldn’t have left it.

MoonCat: How dare anyone leave their rejected snacks in our yard! At least leave something we like.

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Stopped Up Ears – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. You have stuff coming out of your ears, Lady Human.

Sweetie: Yeah, long, stringy stuff.

Me: Huh? Oh, sorry. What was that?

Sweetie: It’s only those things she plugs her ears up with.

Doodlebug: Her noise boxes.

MoonCat: Oh, may I please have some?

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Chicken Chaser – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: What’s all the commotion?

Sweetie: Help, Lady Human! That wild crazy chicken is chasing me!

Me: Were you messing with her nest?

Sweetie: No. Yes. Maybe. There was an egg. I like eggs.

MoonCat: That’s why I stay in a chicken-free zone. Less temptation.

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Food Focus – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: What’s for lunch today?

Sweetie: Same as every day. Food.

Me: I’ll have a sandwich.

Doodlebug: Me, too.

Sweetie: Me, three.

Me: Uh-oh.

MoonCat: Lady Human? Did you bring enough for everyone?

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Freshness Guarantee – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Yuck!

Sweetie: Something is wrong in our bowls.

Doodlebug: Yeah. Yuck. Stale and stinky. Your job, Lady Human.

Me: They look fine.

Sweetie: Looks don’t count. Smell them.

Me: No, thank you. All you talk about lately is food. I’ll get you something different.

MoonCat: That is the appropriate response.

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Food Smacking Good – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human? Hint, hint.

Me: I know. It’s just about eating time again.

Sweetie: Notice how ready my mouth is.

Me: No drooling on the floor. Wait for your bowl.

MoonCat: Once the food smacking starts, it’s too late. Watch your step.

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Running on Empty – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: You look tired, Lady Human. Didn’t you sleep well? We did.

Me: I’m trying a change in my diet and I haven’t eaten yet today.

Doodlebug: Diet? That sounds like a bad word.

Me: No, diet just has to do with the food you eat.

Sweetie: FOOD! FOOD! FOOD! FOOD!

MoonCat: Uh-oh! Now you’ve flipped that switch on.

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Fine Print – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: What’s that, Lady Human?

Me: I don’t see anything.

Doodlebug: An animal stepped there. Can’t you smell it?

Me: No, fine-tuned scenting is not my specialty. Oh, I see it now. Probably a stray cat walked through here.

MoonCat: What humans call “reading the fine print”.

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Knock Knock Knocking – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. WHO’S THERE?

Sweetie: Lady Human, please stop that human from using their knuckles the wrong way.

Me: What is going on? That’s about 25 knocks. No! I’m not opening to a stranger!

Sweetie: I can use my knuckles on them.

Me: No, if they have legitimate business, they can call or leave a note.

MoonCat: Waking me up from my nap! I would like to leave them a note! Wait until they see what I write my notes with.

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Hitting a Snag – Conversations with the Big Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, please tell Bud the Budgie to yell quieter.

Me: He is sounding insistent, isn’t he? What is it, Bud? Oh, Baby has caught a toenail on the cloth curtain. Here. Let me just…

Doodlebug: She’s free!

Me: Thank you for the heads up, Bud. Manicure time.

Sweetie: Nope.

Doodlebug: No way.

MoonCat: Oh, all right. I promise I won’t clip you too close.

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A Feather on My Pen – Conversations with the Big Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, your writing stick is fuzzy.

Me: I just noticed that. There’s a little budgie feather stuck on the nib.

Sweetie: Baby and Bud, you have been careless with your feathers again.

Baby: We didn’t need it…

Bud: So we threw it away.

MoonCat: Welcome to Fall. As in feathers do fall. More to come.

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A Crick in the Neck – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, your head is sitting weird on your body.

Me: Something weird? Then everything’s normal.

Doodlebug: Is your head leaning because it’s too heavy? Because mine is.

Me: I’ve got a crick in my neck.

Sweetie: One of those singing bugs? Let me at him!

MoonCat: A bulldog jumping on your neck? Just say ‘no’, ma’am. That won’t help cricks or crickets.

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