A Bone to Pick – Conversations with the Pack

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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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Gnawing the Bone – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: We’ve brought you a present, Lady Human.

Doodlebug: The humans are giving presents, so we will, too.

Me: Thank y’all so much. I see it’s a…bone.

Sweetie: Not just any bone.

Doodlebug: A gnawing bone.

Sweetie: The best kind of bone.

Doodlebug: For gnawing.

MoonCat: Perfect for those bulldoggy times when nothing else will suffice.

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