I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, what are you mumbling under your breath? I don’t understand you.
Me: Brain blabbing. I don’t understand me either. Talk, talk, talk. Most of it total nonsense that hasn’t happened, won’t happen, maybe never even could happen.
Doodlebug: Oh, that stuff. Blah, blah, blah. I do that all the time, like this morning when those loud, humongous trucks came to grab trash cans and I thought, “Don’t come through that fence! What do I do if they come through that fence? Where do I run if they come through that fence? Should I run them off if they come through that fence?
MoonCat: Should I run through that fence to escape hearing about this fence nonevent?
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