I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: We are under attack! Man your stations! I mean, Dog your stations!
Me: I have never understood this. This is a bucket. This is a mop. This is a broom. What is the problem?
Doodlebug: We are outnumbered!
Sweetie: Yeah, we can’t count on the cat.
MoonCat: Why should I interfere when those things clean up bulldog dirt?
Doodlebug: And I’m not sure which side Lady Human is on.
Sweetie: Look out! That broom thing has swept up some spilled food! Don’t worry! I’ll save you!
Me: Save food by eating it? Okay, I guess.
Sweetie: Y’all can keep that other crumbly stuff.
Doodlebug: Yeah, we’ll arrange to track more in later.
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