Our Precious Junk – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, somebody took a bunch of our stuff from the outside back and piled it on the outside front.

Sweetie: Yeah, our precious stuff.

Me: That’s junk for the big trash truck to take away.

Sweetie: Our precious junk.

Me: It’s old. It’s broken. It’s rusty.

MoonCat: But Lady Human, just because something is old, broken, and rusty doesn’t mean it’s not precious.

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Junk Mail Recipients – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: Hold on a minute, Sweetie! What’s that in your mouth?

Sweetie: Hmmmm?

Doodlebug: That’s from that paper pile you threw by the trash can.

Me: That’s junk mail.

Sweetie: Smells pretty good to be junk.

Me: It’s paper and that’s a problem.

Doodlebug: No problem at all, Lady Human. We’ll take it from here.

MoonCat: Don’t look at me. I have better taste than that.

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