I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, something little is moving back and forth on the wall.
Me: Parakeet shadows.
Sweetie: Parakeets have shadows?
Me: Sure, when the light’s just right.
Doodlebug: They’re too small.
MoonCat: Too small? They caught your attention.
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“Red sky at morning, sailors take warning.” And the rest of us, too.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Hey, little yappy dog! Don’t you yell at us!
Sweetie: Yeah, you’re not so tough! I’ll show you who’s tough!
Me: No, you won’t. Pay no attention.
Doodlebug: He started it!
Me: Pay no attention. Just because somebody is loud doesn’t mean you have to be loud back.
Sweetie: Well, that’s no fun.
MoonCat: Where, oh where have my earplugs gone? Where, oh where can they be?
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, Sweetie is clunking around.
Sweetie: I am not a clunker!
Me: What are you doing with one of my shoes on your foot?
Sweetie: I’m being you.
Me: Just because you wear my shoe doesn’t…it doesn’t work that way. The shoe fits my foot, not yours.
Sweetie: But your shoe makes a big print and smells like you. Nobody will expect that. I can get by with all kinds of stuff.
MoonCat: Yes, because no one will notice a bulldog clunking along in a giant shoe.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Baby and Bud: Eee! Eee! Eee! Giants and more giants walking through!
Me: It’s alright. You’re fine.
Baby and Bud: Giants walking. Boom! Boom! Boom! And short giants, too!
Me: I know humans and bulldogs must seem like giants to you.
Sweetie: Who are they calling ‘short’?
MoonCat: A bulldog is to a human as a stump is to an oak tree, so yeah. Short giant. It’s all in how you look at it.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Psst! Lady Human, I hear something.
Me: I do, too. I hear you.
Sweetie: I hear it, too. A little tiny crunchy noise.
Me: Y’all, it’s too late to be talking…
Sweetie: Is a possum in the house?
Me: What? A possum?
Doodlebug: That got her attention.
Me: No, it’s not a possum. The budgies are snacking on their millet spray.
MoonCat: A possum in the house? Whyever not? We already have birds. Come one, come all.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, what are you wrestling with in the budgies’ wire house?
Me: Their millet spray is all picked over, so I’m taking it out so I can put in a new one.
Doodlebug: My food bowl is all picked over, too. Can I get a new one?
Sweetie: Oh, my. So is mine. I just want a refill, please, not a whole new bowl.
MoonCat: As everyone else is putting in orders, I may as well, too. Only no millet sprays, please.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, you were clapping hands and singing human nonsense with the Little Human. I want to do that, too.
Me: We were playing patty cake. It’s an old nursery rhyme song. Not really bulldog friendly.
Doodlebug: Give us a chance. Here. Patty cake.
Me: Ow. A little heavy-handed.
Sweetie: Forget the hand stuff. The important question – Where are the cakes?
MoonCat: The really important question – Are they fish cakes?
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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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