I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: BIG BIRDS, LADY HUMAN! HEADS DOWN! RUN!
Me: Hold on, girl! No big deal! Just a couple of crows.
Doodlebug: Yeah, Sweetie, don’t be a scaredy cat. Lady Human, if they start heading back this way, you’ll warn me, won’t you?
Me: What’s the problem? Y’all have seen crows before.
Doodlebug: But those are the biggest…
Sweetie: And widest and the wildest…
MoonCat: Who came up with that insulting term “scaredy cat”? Why not scaredy dog? You don’t see me running and hiding. Of course, you don’t see me prancing around outside where the wild birds fly either.
I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. What is that laying in your hand, Lady Human?
Sweetie: It looks like…IT IS! ONE OF OUR PARAKEETS!
Me: NO! No, it’s not! Look! Both of our parakeets are still here! Tall Man found this little parakeet outside on the patio fence. He must have flown in and sat down and…passed away.
MoonCat: I had nothing to do with that.
Me: I know, girl. I guess this little guy escaped from his home, wherever that was. He was lost. And it’s been so cold these last few mornings that he just couldn’t make it and…
Doodlebug: He flew here because it was safe.
Me: But it was too late and we didn’t know about him.
MoonCat: And he perched on our fence.
Sweetie: Why did he come here? He could have gone anywhere.
Me: Maybe…
Sweetie: The Great Creator. He knew.
Me: This is so strange. Nothing like this has ever happened to us before.
Doodlebug: Just like when we all came here. Not an accident.
Me: The Lord Jesus said something very interesting about little birds. He said that the fall of even a tiny sparrow doesn’t happen without the Heavenly Father’s notice.
Sweetie: He should have a name. Everyone should have a name.
Me: All right. I’m going to call him ‘Little Tejas’. It’s the name of our home. Texas. It comes from an old Caddoan word that means ‘friend’.
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