Whistling Winds – Conversations with the Pack

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, someone is whistling loudly outside the window. It’s annoying when I’m trying to think my own thoughts. Make them stop.

Me: That’s the wind. A cold front is moving in.

Doodlebug: Why does it have to make so much noise? It’s bad enough that it’s made my nose cold.

Me: I don’t believe the wind did that on its own.

Sweetie: Cold or not, I prefer silence.

MoonCat: I prefer silence, too. From bulldogs, but I don’t get it. I simply cover my ears. That works for whistling winds, too.

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