I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Tuning up. Here we go. AHHOOOO!
Doodlebug: AHHOOOOHOOO!
Sweetie: Together now!
Doodlebug and Sweetie: AHHOOOO! AHHOOO!
Me: Hold on! Wait just a minute here!
Sweetie: Okay, Lady Human! Just a minute though. We’re all warmed up.
MoonCat: Where’s a cool front when we need it?
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Ahh-oooo! Ahh-ooo!
Me: Sweetie, what in the world are you howling at?
Sweetie: I’m telling the loud chicken to put a sock in it!
Me: I think you mean the rooster.
Sweetie: I think I mean the loud chicken that keeps yelling at the sky!
Me: Yeah, that’s a rooster. Crowing is his thing.
Doodlebug: Pretty soon, he’s going to find out what real crowing sounds like, bulldog-style!
Sweetie: Ahhh-oooo-oooo! Some roosters don’t know when to shut up!
MoonCat: So says the crowing bulldog.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: What is that awful noise?
Me: You wouldn’t happen to be referring to my singing, would you?
Doodlebug: Yes, yes. That’s what it is. Mystery solved.
Me: I’m not a great singer, but it’s not that bad.
Sweetie: Let me show you how it’s done, Lady Human. OOWWEEE! HOOOOO!
Me: Now that’s what I call noise.
Sweetie: How dare you? That is the song of my people!
Me: Aren’t singing and howling two different things?
Doodlebug: Not when you do it, Lady Human.
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