I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Time to stretch our legs.
MoonCat: Meow. My legs are already stretched, thank you. Count me out.
Sweetie: Huh? What?
Me: Wake up, girl. Time to eat and drink and walk around.
Sweetie: Oh. That stuff. Okay. Everybody stand back. SHAKE IT OUT! Woo!
Me: You always do that full body shake every time you wake up. It must feel good.
Sweetie: It shakes out the cobwebs any sneaky spiders might have strung on me while I was sleeping. Everything works better then. You should try it, Lady Human. You might work better then, too.
I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Why won’t Sweetie come inside? It’s hot.
Me: I know. I’m going to make her come in now.
MoonCat: Meow. I never go outside. It’s always too hot or too cold. Even when it’s just right.
Me: Sweetie, you have to come inside now.
Sweetie: I can’t. I’m sunsitting.
Me: You mean sunbathing.
Sweetie: No, sunsitting. I am taking care of the sun. Like when humans take care of little humans.
Me: I think the sun will be alright without you. It’s been there for a long, long time.
Sweetie: But the sun is lonely. It’s up there all by itself.
Me: Mmmm…it may seem that way, but it’s really not.
Sweetie: It needs me. Wait. Okay. I’m too hot now. Shame on you, Sun. No more sunsitting with you. I’m going inside. Oh, but I’ll see you tomorrow, same time, same place.
I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Something is different. I don’t like it.
Sweetie: My chair! My big blue chair! It was over there where it belongs and now it’s over here where it doesn’t belong.
MoonCat: Meow. Why, oh why, Lady Human?
Me: It’s a small adjustment.
Sweetie: Small nothin’!! I used to be able to walk there. Now I have to move over two steps.
Doodlebug: And there won’t be as much room to track mud into the room now.
MoonCat: But if you are sitting there, Lady Human, you will be closer when I eat and we can talk.
Sweetie: Closer to the cat’s food? Oh, yeah! I see that now. Never mind. Leave it in its new spot. Since it’s my chair anyway, I can help MoonCat with her leftovers.
I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, something stinks.
MoonCat: Meow! And I know exactly what it is. And who.
Me: Yes. I do, too. Get up, Sweetie. Your whole sleeping space is going to have to be deep cleaned.
Doodlebug: Yes, Sweetie. PLEASE!
Sweetie: Why me? I’m comfortable, except for the stink.
Me: If you were a horse, I might call this mucking out your stall, so move over here while I…
Sweetie: But it’s the way I like it, except for the stink.
Me: Well, smells can accumulate. Between the potty accident the other day which I cleaned up but which left lingering reminders and the spilled water and the spilled food and the tracked in dirt and mud from outside and…
Sweetie: Muck out somebody else’s stall and leave me alone and happy…except for the stink.
I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, the cat is being her weird self again.
MoonCat: Meow. How can a bulldog call a cat weird?
Me: What’s going on?
Doodlebug: MoonCat is going around and taking sips from our water bowls.
Sweetie: Yeah. Thoroughly unsanitary.
Me: Well, I guess a bulldog would know about unsanitary. MoonCat, is something wrong with your own water?
MoonCat: No. I just like to sample other bowls. Don’t humans do that?
Me: Well, yes. In fact, in some restaurants, they have a wine expert called a sommelier who will sample a bottle of wine first for the guests to make sure it’s good.
Sweetie: I wouldn’t mind doing that job.
Me: Sorry, girl, no wine for dogs. Not good for you.
Sweetie: Oh, but a cat can stick her cat tongue in my bulldog water and that’s okay? Wait and see how you like it.
Me: What do you mean?
Doodlebug: Nothing. But if I were you, I wouldn’t leave anything you’ve been drinking out of within cat reach.