Too Quiet – Conversations with the Pack

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human?

Me: Yes?

Sweetie: Something is wrong.

Me: What, pray tell?

Sweetie: It’s too quiet. There’s no wind, the humming kind or the whistling kind, and no loud human machines are roaring or rumbling.

Me: For how many days have you been complaining about too much noise? And now it’s quiet. Do you want the noise back?

Sweetie: Maybe…a little.

Doodlebug: I don’t want it back. Naptime.

MoonCat: No comment. Now it’s quiet.

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