
“Uh-oh!” “Okay.”
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“Uh-oh!” “Okay.”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: You are frowning, Lady Human. Your face has gone all bulldoggy.
Me: I’m trying to cook something up, a new idea for a project I’m working on.
Doodlebug: Can we eat some of it? Like all of it?
Sweetie: I love the stuff you cook up. Mmmm….
Me: It’s not that kind of cooking.

MoonCat: Save your breathe, ma’am. They’re already floating off into a dreamy bulldog feast.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, that big loud fancy bird outside is acting weird.

Sweetie: Yeah, it’s pretending to be a parakeet and is sitting on a stick.
Me: He is a rooster and he is roosting.
Doodlebug: How come we can’t do that?
Me: Your feet aren’t made the same way.
Doodlebug: How come?
Me: For so it seemed good to the Great Creator.

MoonCat: Flat sturdy ground beneath my delicate little feet. So it seems good to me, too.
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