I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. I’m hot. And itchy.
Sweetie: Stand in line! Make it stop, Lady Human.
Me: You might as well ask me to stop summertime. Hot and itchy go together. Of course, you could have a bath.
MoonCat: That’s a dirty word, Lady Human!
Doodlebug: For me, too! Water is for drinking.
Sweetie: Let’s see. Hot and itchy? Or bath? Nope. Hot and itchy it is.
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Sweetie: Roll, roll, roll your boat, gently down the cardboard…
Me: Sweetie, that’s not exactly how the old song goes.
Sweetie: It’s not your old human song, ma’am. It’s my new bulldog song. Nothing like a vigorous roll on the cardboard box accompanied by a loud song.
Me: Well, it is fun to watch.
Sweetie: Humans should try it. It’s a lot less boring than watching the Picture Box.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: How well I know! What’s the problem, boy?
Doodlebug: Problem? What problem? There’s no problem.
Sweetie: She means why are you barking in your sleep?
Doodlebug: I was doing no such thing!
MoonCat: Yes. You were. Admit the truth, bulldog! You all are blabbermouths even when you sleep.
Doodlebug: Well, if I was talking in my sleep, and that’s a big IF, it’s because I had something to say. So…what did I say?
Sweetie: I dunno.
MoonCat: Who cares?
Me: I needed an interpreter.
Doodlebug: It could have been the most important thing ever said and you humans have all these phones and recording dealywhoppers and nobody captured my special comments…
Sweetie: Whoa there, big boy! Let’s not get carried away! Not every burp that you let loose smells like roses.
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“If you see a bulldog up a tree, something’s wrong!”
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“Sometimes a face says it all.”
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