I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: How come those humans down the road were so loud last night?
Me: I don’t know.
Sweetie: Aren’t you going to go sniff around and find out?
Me: Nope. Not my business.
Sweetie: Why not stick your nose in anyway?
Me: My nose sticks out way further than a bulldog’s. I don’t want it to get bitten off.
MoonCat: Truer words were never spoken.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Y’all sure are orderly today. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had learned to march in time.
Sweetie: Step one. Step two. Step three. Step four. Look. We aren’t even stepping on each other’s feet. Uh-oh.
Doodlebug: Ouch!
Me: Ow! Well, that didn’t last long.
Sweetie: See if MoonCat can do any better.
MoonCat: Ask a cat to march? Preposterous. Never heard of such a thing. Not gonna happen.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Okay. Scheduled outdoor time. Let’s go.
Sweetie: Then what?
Me: Let’s see. Naptime for y’all. Then lunchtime for all of us. Then outside again. Then another nap probably. Then…
Doodlebug: So the same ole same ole. I heard a human say that. Funny!
Sweetie: We do the same day over and over and over again. Why aren’t we bored?
MoonCat: Breakfast, lunch, dinner, naps, snacks, shelter, long sleeps, playtime…If that’s boredom, I’m in. Keep it coming.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, may I have the stinky leftover food you still have in the cold box from Big Food Day?
Doodlebug: Hey, share!
Me: We do not have any stinky leftovers in the refrigerator.
Sweetie: Then how come I can smell them?
Me: You’re scenting some strong spices we don’t often use.
Sweetie: Smells good enough to be garbage, in my humble bulldog opinion.
MoonCat: When was there ever an humble bulldog? Better safe than sorry though. Where are my noseplugs?
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‘Tromping over and over on the same ground will get your feet muddy.”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Hey, y’all, I need my bed back.
Sweetie: You’ve got a whole side all to yourself.
Doodlebug: Yeah, we don’t encroach.
Sweetie: Of course, we could share with someone else. MoonCat?
MoonCat: My bed only has one side. MINE!
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Ahhh. Cozy.
Doodlebug: I could stay here in bed all day.
Me: You just about have. I’ve been up for hours. I’d like to have my bed back.
Sweerie: Your bed?
Doodlebug: That’s rather selfish.
MoonCat: Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we invite bulldogs into our sleeping arrangements.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Here we are with all our stuff, ready for the sleepover. It’s a party!
Me: Are we having a sleepover?
Sweetie: Yup, in your room. Boy, you have a lot of cool stuff in here to chew on, Lady Human.
Me: Nope, that is not what a sleepover entails.
Doodlebug: You should have made that clear in your invitation.
Sweetie: That’s okay. We brought enough of our own stuff for chewing.
MoonCat: I’ll pass up on this event and keep my long, beautiful tail out of the reach of bulldog party goers.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Hello, Lady Human!
Me: What are y’all doing on my bed?
Doodlebug: Is this your bed?
Sweetie: We’re just visiting.
Me: You’ve never wanted to be up there before.
Sweetie: We wanted to see what the world looks like from way up here. It’s really comfy. I think we will stay. Hey, MoonCat, want to share?
MoonCat: I prefer my single bed to stay bulldog-free, thank you.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Okay. I’ve been patient long enough. Where is it?
Me: Where’s what?
Sweetie: I saw you take that delivery at the door, ma’am. Then you squirreled the whole thing away. Where’s mine?
Doodlebug: And don’t forget me.
Me: That batch only had human supplies in it.
MoonCat: Did I just now hear the sound of a can opener and catch a whiff of tuna on the air?
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, that boy chicken is about to get my goat.
Me: The rooster. Boy chickens are called roosters. I named him Roo-roo.
Sweetie: If he keeps pecking at me, you can name him Pancake as in “flat as a”!
Doodlebug: A rooster pancake. Hmmm.
MoonCat: Hmmm. Pancake the Rooster or a rooster pancake. Nope, not on my agenda.
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