Out of Kilter – Conversations with the Pack

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, do you still have a hitch in your get-along?

Me: I’m better, but something is still out of kilter.

Doodlebug: If you’re out of it, you should get some more kilter. Will the food store deliver it, because I have a few things on my list.

Me: “Out of kilter” means something is not quite right.

MoonCat: I don’t have any tunafish. Put that on the “out of kilter” list.

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Junk Mail Recipients – Conversations with the Pack

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: Hold on a minute, Sweetie! What’s that in your mouth?

Sweetie: Hmmmm?

Doodlebug: That’s from that paper pile you threw by the trash can.

Me: That’s junk mail.

Sweetie: Smells pretty good to be junk.

Me: It’s paper and that’s a problem.

Doodlebug: No problem at all, Lady Human. We’ll take it from here.

MoonCat: Don’t look at me. I have better taste than that.

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A Hitch in My Get-along – Conversations with the Pack

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, you’re walking slow and lopsided today.

Me: Yeah, I’ve got a hitch in my get-along.

Sweetie: Great! May I have one, too?

Me: I don’t believe you want one of these. Besides, it’s not something that I can give away.

Doodlebug: There go the humans being stingy again.

MoonCat: Some gifts just aren’t worth the trouble.

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Give Me a Boost  – Conversations with the Pack

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Up there. On top of that tall thing. I want up there.

Me: There’s nothing for you up there.

Sweetie: How do I know without looking? Give me a boost.

Doodlebug: Yeah, give me a boost, too.

Me: 75 to 80 pounds each? I don’t think so.

MoonCat: Another advantage of cathood. No boosts needed.

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Chicken Feed – Conversations with the Pack

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: Okay. y’all, let’s not waste food. It’s not chicken feed, you know.

Sweetie: It had better not be chicken feed. Do I look like a chicken?

Doodlebug: Wait! What does chicken feed taste like? The chickens seem to enjoy it. Maybe…

Me: Nope. Dog food for dogs. I was using an old expression because chicken feed used to be cheap.

Doodlebug: So we can waste it.

MoonCat: Someone is missing the whole point. Ohhh, bulldogs. My, oh my.

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The Truth about Tails –  Conversations with the Pack

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, my tail is…is…stumpy. I can’t do anything with it.

Me: You can wag it.

Sweetie: Mine is stumpy, too. I can’t even whack anybody in the face with it.

Me: Do you want to?

Sweetie: Sure.

MoonCat: Face whacking with my tail. You just opened up a whole world of possibilities for me.

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Too Much Coming and Going – Conversations with the Pack

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, the doors are opening and closing too much.

Me: But not by themselves. There’s just a lot of coming and going today.

Sweetie: How come? Tall Man is in and out. The Little Human is back and forth. And you, well, you’re sitting pretty still, but there’s all the other backward and forward stuff.

Me: Some days are simply busier than others.

MoonCat: The very reason I never miss an opportunity for a quick nap. Or a medium nap. Or a long nap. I’ll be honest. I nap as much as possible no matter what’s going on. Sound napping policy.

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Vote? Nobody Asked Me! – Conversations with the Pack

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, why did you leave us awhile ago? Were you doing some weird human nonsense? I feel so left out.

Me: I went to vote.

Doodlebug: Nobody asked me to do that, whatever it is. Was there food?

Me: It’s a selection process. We make choices by pushing a button. Not something that would interest dogs. Or cats. Or birds…

Sweetie: So something that doesn’t matter then.

Me: I wouldn’t say that.

MoonCat: Something that matters to us, but once again humans control the buttons.

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A Bulldog’s Freedom of Speech – Conversations with the Pack

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: NOW HEAR THIS!

Me: It’s hard not to.

Sweetie: I hereby declare my bulldog right to freedom of speech!

Doodlebug: Does that mean me, too?

Sweetie: Only when I’m not talking.

MoonCat: That pretty much squeezes the rest of us out.

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