Empty Noggins – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: Okay, how come the blank stares?

Sweetie: Blank?

Doodlebug: Stares? Like the ones we walk up and down? I hate those.

Me: Blank stares as in you look like you don’t have a thought in your heads. Empty noggins.

Sweetie: I don’t have a noggin.

Doodlebug: Me either. You didn’t see me take one. Or did you? If I did, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take anyone’s noggin.

Me:  An empty noggin is an empty head.

Sweetie: My noggin’s not empty. I have lots of snot in it.

MoonCat: That explains an awful lot.

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Brain Blabbing – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, what are you mumbling under your breath? I don’t understand you.

Me: Brain blabbing. I don’t understand me either. Talk, talk, talk. Most of it total nonsense that hasn’t happened, won’t happen, maybe never even could happen.

Doodlebug: Oh, that stuff. Blah, blah, blah. I do that all the time, like this morning when those loud, humongous trucks came to grab trash cans and I thought, “Don’t come through that fence! What do I do if they come through that fence? Where do I run if they come through that fence? Should I run them off if they come through that fence?

MoonCat: Should I run through that fence to escape hearing about this fence nonevent?

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