Don’t Breathe My Air – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Hey, Doodle, back up! Don’t breathe my air! It’s mine! Get your own!

Me: We are all breathing whatever air is in this space. It’s Doodlebug’s air, too.

Doodlebug: Thank you, Lady Human, for defending my airspace.

Me: There’s plenty for everyone.

MoonCat: Let’s see. The air in this room divided among one human, one cat, two parakeets, and two giant-nosed, big-mouthed bulldogs equals…somebody open a window.

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Good Vibrations – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. (Snore)

Sweetie: Why does Doodlebug snore so loud?

MoonCat: A question to which we all want the answer.

Me: Vibrations. He breathes through a narrow place in his nose and throat and the vibrations produce sound.

Sweetie: It’s so loud. I’m glad I don’t do that.

MoonCat: Hah!

Me: Actually you do. And I don’t mind. It means you’re breathing.

Doodlebug: Huh? What? Breathing in and out? Okay. I can do that. Good.

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