Sweetie: Lady Human, it’s that big bird again.
Me: Yeah, I see her.
Sweetie: She’s all wet. How come?
Me: It rained earlier. She must have decided to stay out in the downpour instead of going inside her house.
Sweetie: Is that why she’s in my space, stomping around?
Me: She’s probably just trying to figure things out.
Sweetie: Well, one thing she needs to figure out is when to come in out of the rain.
Copyright 2023 H.J. Hill All Rights Reserved.
“Don’t cross the line! This is dog territory! No chicken invaders allowed!”
Copyright 2023 H.J. Hill All Rights Reserved.
I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: What’s the holdup? Where’s my supper?
MoonCat: Meow. Supper is late. And it’s me first, remember.
Me: I’m trying. I’ve got a handful of stuff I’m trying to sort out.
Doodlebug: No problem, Lady Human. Just hurry it up.
MoonCat: As long as it’s a handful of food for me.
Sweetie: Handful nothin’! I’m a bulldog! Bring the bucket!
Copyright 2023 H.J. Hill All Rights Reserved.
“Is that what is called a ‘featherbrain’? I thought that only applied to humans.”
Copyright 2023 H.J. Hill All Rights Reserved.
Sweetie: Lady Human, we have a problem.
Me: What’s wrong?
Sweetie: There is something running around my sunbath area. I think it is a bird. It has wings, but it is not flying. I think something needs to be done.
Me: It’s alright, Sweetie. It’s a chicken.
Sweetie: Well, I knew it wasn’t a bulldog. But I don’t think it’s right to have a big chicken running around my sunbath spot.
Me: She won’t bother you.
Sweetie: What if she wants my spot? I’m not giving up my spot to a bird. I mean, what if she invites friends? It won’t be a sunbath anymore. It’ll be a bird bath.
Copyright 2023 H.J. Hill All Rights Reserved.
Bulldoggy 