A Bone to Pick – Conversations with the Pack

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: All right, y’all. I have a bone to pick with you. The trash bag is off limits.

Sweetie: I’ll pick a bone with you anytime, Lady Human. Where is it? Is it in the trash bag?

Me: Not a real bone.

Doodlebug: Not a bone? Then why say “bone”? Now you’ve got me thinking about bones.

Sweetie: Why do humans talk about food all the time?

MoonCat: Why do you? Which reminds me? Are there any tunafish treats left? You can keep the bones.

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