
“There are lots of scents in the world. Keep your nose close to the ground. That’s where the most interesting smelliest ones can be found.”
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“There are lots of scents in the world. Keep your nose close to the ground. That’s where the most interesting smelliest ones can be found.”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: What is that awful noise?
Me: You wouldn’t happen to be referring to my singing, would you?
Doodlebug: Yes, yes. That’s what it is. Mystery solved.
Me: I’m not a great singer, but it’s not that bad.
Sweetie: Let me show you how it’s done, Lady Human. OOWWEEE! HOOOOO!
Me: Now that’s what I call noise.
Sweetie: How dare you? That is the song of my people!
Me: Aren’t singing and howling two different things?
Doodlebug: Not when you do it, Lady Human.
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“To get through a narrow gate, you have to line up with it.”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human! Quick! Quick! Hurry! Hurry! Hungry! Hungry!
Me: This food bag is heavy and I have to move with baby steps so I don’t fall over or pull a muscle.
Doodlebug: We call what you are doing ‘puppy steps’. Let’s speak clearly, ma’am.
Me: Okay, puppy steps then. My point is that we all go at our own pace.
Sweetie: If you would just get two more legs like we have, you could puppy step faster.
Me: Sorry. That’s not going to happen. The Great Creator gave y’all four each, not me.

MoonCat: I have the most talented four feet in the whole house. When I walk, it’s called “pussyfooting”. The best of all worlds.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Someone is hiding something.

Sweetie: Yep. The scent is faint but real. It is…it is…IT IS CHEESE! Lady Human?
Me: Hmmm?
Doodlebug: You are sneaking cheese.
Me: Whatever do you mean?
Sweetie: Yup. A clear sign of guilt.
Me: Guilt? For eating a tiny piece of cheese?
Doodlebug: Tiny, huh! We’ve seen your cheese chunks before. Tiny for an elephant maybe.
Sweetie: You are guilty of not sharing. I hereby sentence you to share your cheese or else.
Me: Or else what?
Sweetie: Or else we won’t share our treats with you.
Me: Uhb…okay.
Doodlebug: I told you, Sweetie. We need better bargaining skills.
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“When is enough enough? NEVER! Keep piling it on!
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, where’s my snack?
Me: You ate it.
Sweetie: That was then. This is now.

MoonCat: And my water needs to be changed. It’s stale.
Me: It was changed 20 minutes ago.
MoonCat: Yes, that’s what I mean.
Me: I don’t even change my own water more often than every 20 minutes.
MoonCat: That is you. This is me.
Doodlebug: Lady Human!
Me: Yes?
Doodlebug: Nothing. Just making sure you were listening.
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“Don’t stomp on young plants. They aren’t very strong. Watch out where you put your big ole bulldog feet.”
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Sweetie: Lady Human!
Me: Hmmm.
Sweetie: LADY HUMAN!
Me: Huh? What?
Sweetie: You are sleeping in my chair!
Me: Am I? Wait. This is my chair.
Sweetie: No. It WAS your chair until you abandoned it for a few minutes one day and I claimed it.
Me: I don’t believe your claim would hold up in a court of law. In fact, I’m certain it would not. So my chair. My human-owned chair. The end.
Sweetie: You just wait.
Me: Wait until what?
Sweetie: Until you leave the room. Possession is nine-tenths of bulldog law.
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“Why the big hurry? SLOW DOWN! Ambling is its own reward. And all we have is now.”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Does that mean you are in charge around here? Because this place is very poorly run.
Doodlebug: Don’t blame me. I’m just the King.

MoonCat: Meow. Don’t drag me into this.
Sweetie: Lady Human, no one seems to be in charge, so now I am taking over.
Me: Uh, I don’t think so.
Sweetie: Don’t worry. You can still stay here. I won’t rehome you.
Me: Oh, thank you so much.
Doodlebug: That tone of voice in humans means she is making fun.
Me: Being in charge is not all it’s cracked up to be. There’s cleaning and buying food and cleaning and grooming and more cleaning…
Sweetie: On second thought, I am appointing you to do all that stuff, Lady Human. I hereby declare naptime. It’s great being charge!
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BOOM!
“Wow! I didn’t see that coming! That’s what happens when you only look in one direction. Look around.”
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“Uphill is always a climb. How hard a climb depends on how steep the hill is and on how determined a bulldog you are.”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: I am Sweetie. ‘Nough said.

MoonCat: Meow.
Me: You are probably wondering why I have called you all here today.
Doodlebug: No, not really.
Sweetie: Don’t care.
MoonCat: Meow. Because we all live here anyway?
Me: There is mess in the kitchen.
Doodlebug: Oooo, good! Let me at it.
Sweetie: A mess in the kitchen. So what else is new?
MonnCat: Meow. Nobody saw me do it.
Me: Noses need to stay out of the trash bag.
Sweetie: Uhb, trash bags should not be nose high then.
Me: There are nasty things in the trash that are not good for you to eat. We’ve gone over this before.
Doodlebug: Then how come nasty things smell so delicious?
MoonCat: And how come tunafish live in the trash?
Me: They don’t.
Sweetie: No, they don’t. Chickens do.
Me: No, that’s not true either.
Doodlebug: Nobody worry about what is living in the trash. I’ll just keep checking. My nose is on it
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“To tumble or to slide, that is the question. Tumbling downhill can be fast but bumpy. Sliding may be smoother, but it can sure be rough on the paws.”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Oh, I wish y’all could hand me that dealywhopper over there. I can’t quite reach it.

Sweetie: What’s a dealywhopper? Can I eat it?
Me: It’s that…thing there.

MoonCat: Meow. Is it tunafish? I’ll get it if it’s tunafish.
Me: No, it’s that thingamajig on the floor over there.
Doodlebug: What is she talking about?
Sweetie: A dealywhopper. It’s important, but you can’t eat it.
Doodlebug: It must not really be all that important then.
MoonCat: It’s not tunafish so…never mind.
Sweetie: Why doesn’t she just say what it is?
Doodlebug: She did. It’s a dealywhopper.
Sweetie: Must be some new human invention. Have you noticed how humans are always coming up with new stuff and new things to call the stuff? They are so weird.
Doodlebug: Yes, I have noticed that.
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“Greed makes messes that are hard to clean up. I’ll just use my tongue. The floor can’t taste all that bad. Can it?”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

And I am Sweetie and I smell something interesting over here. And over here. And over here.

MoonCat: Meow. Don’t come over here with your giant nose.
Doodlebug: Yeah, I smelled something over in that corner, too, but it wasn’t food, so I lost interest.
Sweetie: It smells like outside does after the sky water falls.
Me: Tracks? You smell where we’ve walked.
Sweetie: Well, of course I do. How else can I know the news and weather?
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“When you are digging, it takes light to see what treasure you find.”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: What’s that on the floor? Let me eat it.

Me: NO!
Sweetie: How come? It smells delicious. Like one of your meals.
Me: No, it is not delicious. It is cat throw up. MoonCat’s delicate stomach acted up.

MoonCat: Meow. Tummy ache. Tunafish makes it all right.
Doodlebug: Why can’t we have nice treats? The cat doesn’t mind.
Me: Cat vomit is NOT, I repeat, NOT a nice treat. But why am I surprised? The Bible even says that a dog returns to its own vomit.
Sweetie: But that’s not ours. We are returning to MoonCat’s vomit. If I threw up, I would share with her.
MoonCat: Meow.
Me: Everybody just stay back while I clean this up.
Doodlebug: You see, I told you. We never get nice treats.
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