Staring Contest – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug. King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: Okay, y’all, what’s going on?

Sweetie: Nothing.

Doodlebug: Nothing.

Me: You are staring at each other. I don’t want this to break out in a fight.

Sweetie: No fight. This is a contest.

Doodlebug: Yeah, who will give up first?

Me: Okay. What’s the prize?

Sweetie: Prize?

Me: Yeah, what’s the winner get?

Sweetie: Winners get something?

Me: Usually yeah, if only bragging rights.

Doodlebug: How do bragging rights taste?

MoonCat: Pretty good.

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A Nasal Insult – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, what stinks?

Me: That’s a pretty big topic. Whittle it down.

Sweetie: Something stinky and flowery just punched me in my delicate nose.

Me: Ah, probably some perfume.

Doodlebug: The Little Human had a bottle and, every once in a while, a mist came spraying out. Terrible.

Sweetie: Oh, no! Some of that mist landed on me. I’m carrying my own stink around!

MoonCat: Let’s be honest. That is not something new.

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Fence Peepers – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, look at the fence! We are being watched.

Sweetie: A big bird and a bushy rat wagging its fluffy tail at us. How rude!

Me: A male cardinal and a squirrel. The rain is over and they are out and about.

Sweetie: Move along, spies! Nothing here for you to see!

MoonCat: Spread your wings, fluff your fur, and dry out quickly. The sky is keeping its secrets.

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Don’t Spit in My Eye! – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, I am mad at the sky.

Me: Is this about the rain again?

Sweetie: It spit in my eye! I think it did that on purpose!

Me: Now why would it do that?

Sweetie: Because it’s big and full of water and it can.

Me: Yesterday you thought it was crying on you. What changed your mind?

Sweetie: Its aim is too good!

MoonCat: Better get ready. The spitting is about to start again in a little while.

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 Teardrops from the Sky – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, the sky dropped tears in my eyes.

Me: Rain. Those drops were rain. You’ve seen rain lots of times.

Sweetie: Not when it’s in my eyes. Then I can’t see anything.

Doodlebug: How come no sky drops fell in my eyes?

MoonCat: You didn’t look up. Common sense. Which I understand is a challenge for bulldogs.

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The Trees are Shaking Their Hair – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: The trees, Lady Human, the trees!

Me: What about them?

Sweetie: They’re shaking all the new hair they’ve grown.

Me: Otherwise known as leaves.

Doodlebug: They swing it this way and that way and this way and that way.

Me: The wind does that.

Sweetie: I don’t see any wind.

Me: Just because you don’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not there.

MoonCat: That’s good news because I don’t see my tunafish.

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