The Sky Can’t Make Up Its Mind – Conversations with the Pack

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: The sky is flippy-floppy again, Lady Human. One day it wants to be cold. Then it wants to be hot. Then it wants to be cold and hot at the same time.

Doodlebug: Like it has no mind of its own.

Me: It doesn’t.

MoonCat: Like some creatures I have known, blowing hot, then cold. My best feline advice – seek shelter and eat treats.

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