Big Shoes to Fill – Conversations with the Pack

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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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There Be Giants in the Land – Conversations with the Big Pack

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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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Midnight Snack – Conversations with the Pack

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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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Picked Over – Conversations with the Pack

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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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Patty Cake – Conversations with the Pack

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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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Cooking Something Up – Conversations with the Pack

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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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Roosting – Conversations with the Pack

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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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A Puddle of My Own – Conversations with the Pack

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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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A Chicken Squawk Convention – Conversations with the Pack

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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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Heat Wave – Conversations with the Pack

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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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Speaking of Food – Conversations with the Pack

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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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Food, Yes…but No Sweaters! – Conversations with the Pack

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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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Parakeet Tranquilizer – Conversations with the Big Pack

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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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Gut Reaction – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, that was a wonderful loud noise that just flew out of your mouth. Do it again!

Me: Sorry, that was a burp. Something I ate didn’t set well.

Doodlebug: We burp all the time. Here, let me show you.

Me: No need to make an effort.

Sweetie: Yeah, Doodle, you know it’s better when it comes out on its own.

MoonCat: Oh, don’t anybody hold back on my account. Better out than in, even if I have to throw a blanket over my nose.

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Drawing a Blank – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, why are you staring at your paper? Your ink stick hasn’t scratched on it at all.

Me: I’m drawing a blank.

Doodlebug: A blank? What does that look like?

Me: Like nothing.

MoonCat: Good. You’re already finished then.

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When Trees Flap Their Wings – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Look! Look! The little trees are full of birds flapping their wings. The birds may carry them off.

Me: No, it just looks like bird wings flapping. It’s really all the leaves shaking in the wind.

Doodlebug: So trees flap their wings, too.

Sweetie: Trees are weird.

MoonCat: They aren’t the only ones.

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