I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Get it! Dirt! running! Get it!
Me: That’s a bug, not dirt.
Sweetie: Same difference! Get it, Lady Human! Get it!
Me: Aaagh! Too late! Can’t reach it. It’s gone.
Doodlebug: Why are bugs allowed in our space?
Me: They aren’t, but they don’t ask permission.
Sweetie: Not on our watch! Have you ever seen a bulldog foot come down on a bug?
MoonCat: I have. Yuck and yay!
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Aaagghhh! It’s back!
Me: What now?
Sweetie: The Big Picture Box and its BUG!
Me: Okay, that’s it. I’m turning it off.
Doodlebug: You can turn off a bug? Cool!
Me: Sweetie, what would you do if there were a real bug in the house, instead of just a TV picture of a bug?
Sweetie: Run! Hide! Climb up on something high!
MoonCat: Oh, you big strong bulldog. You really have no working concept of predator and prey, do you?
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Do something, Lady Human!
Me: Do something about what? A little more detail, please.
Sweetie: That! Aaaggghhh!
MoonCat: Yes, that scary monster bug showed up on the Big Picture Box and someone found it very disturbing.
Doodlebug: If it comes over here, one swipe of my huge hairy bulldog paw will take care of that. No problem.
Me: It’s not going anywhere. It’s on the TV screen.
Sweetie: Why?
Me: Somebody thought it was interesting.
Sweetie: Typical human foolishness. Lady Human, do you want something like that in the house?
Me: No.
Sweetie: Then why have a giant picture of it in the house?
MoonCat: True. One cannot even eat it.
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