Who Is Throwing Ice Cubes? – Conversations with Doodlebug and Sweetie

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. The sky is screaming again, Lady Human.

Me: Stay calm and stay inside, y’all. That’s just the storm siren.

Sweetie: Just? Just?

Me: We’re alright.

Sweetie: The sky is throwing ice cubes at us! Is that alright? What is it trying to do? Make iced tea?

Me: That’s hail. It’s one reason we have a roof and walls.

Doodlebug: What are the other reasons? What else is the sky plotting to chunk at us?

Sweetie: I am going to write a strongly worded letter to the humans in charge of weather. Whoever that is, they are not doing a good job!

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Everything Not Nailed Down – Conversations with the Big Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: The wind, Lady Human! The wind.

Me: Yeah, when I was a kid, we used to say that winds like this were likely to carry off anything not nailed down.

Doodlebug: It’s about to carry me off! Nail me down!

Bud: Nail. Nail.

Me: Don’t worry. Y’all are safe inside.

MoonCat: Good. Fussing time is naptime for me. Good night.

Sweetie:  Nail me down, Lady Human, so I don’t blow away! I’m not that chubby! Really I’m not!

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Sweep the Sky – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, look! The sky got swept clean. The blue is showing again. You actually swept up the dirt from something. Good for you!

MoonCat: Well done. I’m taking a nap. Y’all can fuss on your own.

Me: I didn’t sweep the sky clean. Credit where credit is due. The Great Creator took care of all that. The winds died down. The dirt fell to earth and settled in a new place.

Doodlebug: I’m glad He worked that out because had we waited for you to use your broom…

Sweetie: We’d still be waiting.

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Who Threw Dirt in the Sky? – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Aaah-choo! Unacceptable, Lady Human! Absolutely unacceptable!

Sweetie: Who messed up the sky? It is a funny brownish color. It is making my nose itch. Don’t tell me. Let me guess. Humans did it.

Me: Well, actually…

Sweetie: Don’t try to shirk your responsibility, ma’am. We know who causes these problems.

MoonCat: We know it’s not cats.

Me: The color is caused by dust in the air stirred up by high winds these last few days. It’s as though half of west Texas got blown over here.

Doodlebug: Then half of west Texas can take it back. I will issue a royal edict.

Sweetie: Yeah, that always works.

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The Old Royal Canard – Conversations with the Big Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Oh, that old chestnut.

Mooncat: I prefer the term ‘that old canard’. It sounds less bulldoggy.

Baby and Bud: Canard. Canard.

Sweetie: Oh, no! Don’t get them started!

Doodlebug: Too late.

Baby and Bud: Canard. Canard.

Sweetie: Here we go. Another old chestnut gone off the rails.

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