Leftovers – Conversations with the Pack

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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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Your Side of the Bed – Conversations with the Pack

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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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Tucked In – Conversations with the Pack

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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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Sleepover – Conversations with the Pack

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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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Just Visiting – Conversations with the Pack

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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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Where’s Mine? – Conversations with the Pack

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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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Pecking Order – Conversations with the Pack

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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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