I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lots of human food, Lady Human.
Me: Yep. Thanksgiving is food heavy. But it’s really about thanking the Great Creator of All for every good thing.
Sweetie: Like food.
Me: Yep.
MoonCat: And soft pillows.
Me: Yep.
Doodlebug: And not having to pee in the rain.
Sweetie: That one is at the top of every bulldog’s “thankful for” list.
Me: It’s pretty high up there on my “thankful for” list, too.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: What happened, Lady Human?
Me: What happened to what?
MoonCat: Don’t get her started, ma’am. You know these questions never make sense.
Sweetie: What happened to all the good ole days?
MoonCat: I warned you.
Doodlebug: Sweetie’s just bored.
Sweetie: I never used to be bored back in the good ole days.
Me: Why can’t these be the good new days?
Sweetie: You tell me, Lady Human. You’re the one in charge of entertainment.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, there is a problem.
Me: There usually is somewhere.
Sweetie: My big blue chair is leaning. My back half is lower than my front half.
MoonCat: Isn’t that always the case?
Me: Well, the wooden frame under the chair has cracked clean in two so that side is down on the floor.
Sweetie: Well, fix it.
Me: Is it that big a problem?
Doodlebug: Not for me. I don’t use it.
MoonCat: Maybe if someone weren’t so heavy on the back side…
Sweetie: Hey, don’t call Lady Human fat!
MoonCat: Hmmm. Was that what I meant?
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“Some sounds mean only one thing. Why do humans say that bulldogs are loud?”
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Me: So how are y’all doing?
Bud: Eeeeek! Eeek! Eek!
Baby: EEEKK!!!
Me: Okay…still losing a bunch in translation here. Was that a happy eek? Or an angry eek? or…
Bud: Monsters!
Baby: Uh-huh. Yep!
Me: Do you mean the bulldogs and the cat?
Bud: Eeek! Chirp. Sharp mouth things.
Baby: Yep. Monsters with sharp mouth things.
Me: You mean teeth. Yeah. But they won’t hurt you. They can’t get to you. I know they’re big and take some getting used to.
Bud: Don’t get used to monsters.
Baby: Yep. Never get used to monsters. Bad idea. Chirp. But thank you for the millet spray. Chirp. Good idea.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, aren’t you glad?
Me: Glad about what?
Sweetie: Having bulldogs around you all the time.
Me: Well, yeah! Y’all are great.
Doodlebug: Why?
Me: Don’t you know?
Doodlebug: We know we’re great at everything.
MoonCat: Oh, dear, here we go again.
Me: Are you good at swimming?
Sweetie: No, leave that one off the list. It doesn’t count. We were thinking about snoring and eating and drooling and…
Doodlebug: And sleeping and snorting and all the stuff that really counts. You know.
Me: Oh, all that stuff.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Yawn!
Sweetie: Lady Human, may we please proceed with our latest nap?
Me: Well, yeah, sure. But it is still daylight. Don’t you want to. .
Doodlebug: Sleep? Yep.
Sweetie: Snooze? Yessiree!
MoonCat: Oh my word! Just get on with it then. No bulldog gum flapping necessary.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: They’re doing it again, Lady Human. Those tiny birds are staring at us.
Me: Maybe you’re fun to stare at.
Doodlebug: How can they see anything with those beady little eyes?
Sweetie: They need to get big ole bulldog eyes like ours.
Me: A bulldog eye would be bigger than a parakeet’s entire head.
Doodlebug: Ooooo! Great!
Sweetie: Yeah! Cool! I vote for that!
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. They are staring at me, Lady Human, and making their squeaky sounds. I think they don’t like me.
Sweetie: Hey, Parakeets! Nobody understands your teensy little squeaks! What are you talking about?
Me: Here, let’s try this. Here’s a little piece of fresh banana. Look how they’ve calmed down, just by smelling it.
Doodlebug: Oh, me, me, me! A chunk, please.
Sweetie: Don’t leave me out! Mmmm.
MoonCat: I’ll pass, thank you. Seafood will do for me.
Sweetie: Oh, this is great. Now we’re banana buddies with the birds. I still can’t understand them, but at least we share banana breath.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. (Snore)
Sweetie: Why does Doodlebug snore so loud?
MoonCat: A question to which we all want the answer.
Me: Vibrations. He breathes through a narrow place in his nose and throat and the vibrations produce sound.
Sweetie: It’s so loud. I’m glad I don’t do that.
MoonCat: Hah!
Me: Actually you do. And I don’t mind. It means you’re breathing.
Doodlebug: Huh? What? Breathing in and out? Okay. I can do that. Good.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Look at me, birds!
Me: Look at that! They turned their heads!
Sweetie: Talk to me! What are their names, Lady Human?
Me: That tall one I call “Bud” and the smaller one I call “Baby”. For now. I may change that later.
Doodlebug: I’m glad you didn’t name me that. “Doodlebug” is just fine.
Sweetie: Hey, birds. I can’t understand you! Speak plainer! Why do they keep squeaking, Lady Human?
Me: That’s their dialect, you might say.
Doodlebug: I don’t understand.
Sweetie: I don’t get it.
MoonCat: Why does that not surprise me?
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, how come MoonCat gets to sit way up there, far above us?
Sweetie: Yeah, why can’t we do that?
Me: Good question. Why can’t you do that?
Doodlebug: We’re too big?
Sweetie: We’re too heavy?
Me: Both good guesses.
Sweetie: But why would she even want to get that high above us?
MoonCat: The better to see you all, my dears.
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