I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: BORING!
Me: What if we do something really interesting and exciting?
Sweetie: BORING!
Doodlebug: But a nice try, Lady Human.
MoonCat: Meow. Why are dogs so easily bored? I am never bored.
Sweetie: All you ever do is stretch, eat, and nap.
MoonCat: Precisely. Never a boring moment.
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“Umbrellas guard against sun, rain…uh, oh! And BIRDS!”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Teatime is late, Lady Human. This is not a complaint, but it really is a complaint.
Me: It’s not nearly time for that yet.
Sweetie: Bulldog schedules are never wrong. Our stomachs are finely tuned instruments, far better than your clocks.
Me: I’ve noticed that y’all have been moving mealtimes around the last few weeks. Is it because the weather is cooling off?
Doodlebug: Bulldogs don’t respond to the weather any more than we respond to your human clocks.
MoonCat: Meow! Time to eat!
Me: Oh, not you, too.
MoonCat: Not me, too! Me first!
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“I’m so simple that you can see right through me.”
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Sweetie: Lady Human, it’s that big bird again.
Me: Yeah, I see her.
Sweetie: She’s all wet. How come?
Me: It rained earlier. She must have decided to stay out in the downpour instead of going inside her house.
Sweetie: Is that why she’s in my space, stomping around?
Me: She’s probably just trying to figure things out.
Sweetie: Well, one thing she needs to figure out is when to come in out of the rain.
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“Don’t cross the line! This is dog territory! No chicken invaders allowed!”
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“Is that what is called a ‘featherbrain’? I thought that only applied to humans.”
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Sweetie: Lady Human, we have a problem.
Me: What’s wrong?
Sweetie: There is something running around my sunbath area. I think it is a bird. It has wings, but it is not flying. I think something needs to be done.
Me: It’s alright, Sweetie. It’s a chicken.
Sweetie: Well, I knew it wasn’t a bulldog. But I don’t think it’s right to have a big chicken running around my sunbath spot.
Me: She won’t bother you.
Sweetie: What if she wants my spot? I’m not giving up my spot to a bird. I mean, what if she invites friends? It won’t be a sunbath anymore. It’ll be a bird bath.
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“Have you ever seen a chicken climb a tall fence? It is an inspiring sight. But why did the chicken climb the fence? To get to the other side, I guess.”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Where is it? Where is it? I smell it. Wait! It was right here on the floor. Emphasis on the was.
Me: Oh, you mean the eggs. Tall Man burned some eggs he was cooking and they spilled on the floor as he was taking them to the trash.
Sweetie: Spilled eggs? Trash? Eggs never belong in the trash, even burned ones. Where are they? Nevermind. I’ll check the trash.
Doodlebug: Too late.
Sweetie: Why are you licking your lips?
Doodlebug: Well, you see, you were taking a nap and there were these burned eggs on the floor and I didn’t want anybody to slip on them and I didn’t want anybody else to be tempted by them so…problem solved. Don’t bother to thank me.
Sweetie: Oh, I won’t.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Come over here, Doodle.
Sweetie: I’ll come over.
Me: Okay, but I still want Doodlebug to come.
MoonCat: Are you giving out treats?
Me: Not right now. Just head pets.
Sweetie: I’ll take one.
MonnCat: Me, too. Briefly.
Me: Come on, Doodle Boy. Head pets.
Doodlebug: Is this a trick?
Me: Since when is a head pet a trick?
Doodlebug: How do I know it’s not an attempt to control me?
Me: Don’t you like head pets?
Doodlebug: Yes. More than just about anything. Which makes them just the sort of thing humans would use to get their way.
Me: So…head pet?
Doodlebug: Yes, please. I guess it’s worth the risk.
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Sweetie: It was nice of you, Lady Human, to invite me out here while you were cleaning.
Me: Well, you looked bored and Doodlebug and MoonCat are napping.
Sweetie: I like it outside. Sometimes. For a very short time.
Me: It has been super hot, but you are my only true sunbather.
Sweetie: One thing I don’t like…that sound.
Me: Which one?
Sweetie: The one like toenails tapping nonstop. Like one of the Little Human’s wind-up toys.
Me: Oh, the locusts. Cicadas. This is their time. Summer. Heat.
Sweetie: Why do they make so much noise?
Me: I guess because they are singing away summer.
Sweetie: I wish they would stop. Are locusts tougher than bulldogs?
Me: Nope.
Sweetie: Then they’re not a problem then, are they? I’ll take care of this! Hey, locusts! Quiet!
Me: I don’t think they’re listening to you.
Sweetie: I’ll make ’em listen. I’ll just throw my bulldog weight around. Where are they?
Me: Up in the trees.
Sweetie: Cowards.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Hold up there…Stop in the name of the bulldog law…Wub wub wub..wub…
Sweetie: Lady Human! Come quick! Doodlebug has plumb lost his mind and he didn’t have much to spare.
Me: No! He’s just dreaming. See! He’s asleep.
MoonCat: Meow. A bulldog waggling his feet and barking while asleep does not sound sane to me. A cat would never make such an undignified display.
Doodlebug: What? What’s going on? Where am I?
Me: You’re here at home with us. You’re fine. You were just having a dream.
Doodlebug: But what about all that…and all those…and that big….Where did that all go?
Me: Just back into dreamland for now.
Doodlebug: Well, those dream dogs that were trying to eat my dream mountain of dream food better stay in dreamland if they know what’s good for them! I’ll go back for the food later.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Sweetie, silence please! You are talking up a storm and saying nothing.
Sweetie: Ruff! Ruff! Bark. Eewww! Arghhh!
Me: Does anybody know what she’s saying? It’s all over the place.
MoonCat: Meow. Sounds like bulldog nonsense to me. But then all bulldog speech is nonsense. Nobody can interpret that.
Me: Okay, Sweetie, you just came back in from outside. You just ate a little while ago. Your water bowl is full. You sound like a mixed bag of everything rolled into one.
Sweetie: It is so simple! LISTEN TO ME! LISTEN TO ME ALL THE TIME! DO WHAT I SAY EVEN IF I DON’T SAY ANYTHING YOU UNDERSTAND! I AM IN CHARGE HERE! WHY DON’T YOU ALL GET THAT?
Doodlebug: Oh, is that all?
MoonCat: Same ole, same ole.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Don’t touch what’s not yours. Nothing on the floor is yours.
Sweetie: Then why do you throw food on the floor?
Me: I don’t. That comes from big bulldog mouths knocking food bowls about. I’m talking about keeping your paws and mouths off other people’s stuff.
MoonCat: Leave me out of the discussion. I mind my own things
Doodlebug: But you put your paws on other people’s stuff, Lady Human.
Sweetie: Yeah. You’re all the time touching my stuff. Our stuff. Well, it’s mostly mine.
Doodlebug: My stuff. Chew sticks. Balls. That softy toy.
Sweetie: Beds.
Me: Poop? Is that poop outside yours?
Doodlebug: Nope. It doesn’t have my name on it.
Sweetie: Nope. Anyway you can’t prove it.
Doodlebug: Hey, Lady Human, you can put your paws on all that poop outside. It’s all yours now.
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I am Sweetie and I am patient.
Me: Patient for what? What are you waiting for?
Sweetie: Rain.
Me: Then you’re going to have a long wait. Come on back inside.
Sweetie: Nope. I am sitting under a cloud. That means rain.
Me: There is no cloud, Sweetie.
Sweetie: Yes, there is. See! It’s blocking the sun.
Me: That’s not a cloud. That’s an awning that Tall Man put up so we could sit out here a little.
Sweetie: Cloud. Awning. Same difference.
Me: Not really. An awning will never rain.
Sweetie: Then Tall Man will just have to try harder. I know! He can put the water tube on the fake cloud and I can turn the nob that lets the water out, just like I used to do to fill my puppy pool.
Me: NO!!! I mean…leave the nob turning to the humans.
Sweetie: But I know how. It’s not hard. I just put my mouth over it like…
Me: That’s all right. Let’s go in now.
Sweetie: Well, okay, but it’s no problem. Any time you want a fake rain cloud, just let me know.
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“When you dance, use everything you’ve been given! Not if you dance! WHEN!”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Mmmm. Do you clean your feet like this?
Me: By licking them? Certainly not!
Sweetie: Lady Human, I was talking to MoonCat. She has way more feet than you. I don’t expect humans to know how to do things the proper way.
MoonCat: Meow. Your feet are bigger than mine, bulldog. I clean mine from the tops and sides first, but never before eating.
Doodlebug: Only after dinner then.
MoonCat: Yes, King Bulldog. Licking my feet before eating would be vulgar.
Me: Yeah, I can see that. All that loose hair and cat litter and stuff.
MoonCat: Clean your human feet as you wish to, ma’am, and we will clean ours in our own way.
Sweetie: Humans don’t understand the pressure of taking care of more than two feet at a time, MoonCat.
MoonCat: It is a lot of work, but it gives us so much more to talk about during social hour.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human! She’s done it again!
Me: Who’s done what again? Oh, Sweetie! Your water bowl!
Sweetie: What’s wrong?
Me: Your water bowl is muddy and almost empty. Again.
Sweetie: My toesies were hot and my water bowl was just sitting there, doing nothing, so I gave myself a foot bath.
MoonCat: I give myself foot baths all the time, but I’m smart. I use my tongue.
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“What do you mean newspapers are for reading? That’s not what I use them for.”
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Bulldoggy 