I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Where is supper being served?
Me: On the patio.
Sweetie: No, thank you. I’ll have mine inside if you don’t mind. Or even if you do.
Me: You used to eat on the patio all the time. I’ve noticed you ignore your food out there lately.
Sweetie: Lady Human, you don’t eat outside. How come?
Me: Well…
Sweetie: I’ll tell you how come.
Doodlebug: Oh boy, here we go.
Sweetie: It’s nasty outside in the hot. And those pesky flying pesks…
Me: Flies.
Sweetie: If you say so…those critters want to put their dirty little feet on my food. So I’ll have mine inside, thank you.
Me: How about you, Doodle?
Doodlebug: Food is food, hot weather or cold. I say, bring it on! I haven’t let a pesky fly carry off a single bite of my food yet. Not about to start now. Let’s eat!
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