A Puddle of My Own – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, I found the most wonderful thing!

Me: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold up there, partner! Don’t bring that mud in here!

Doodlebug: Great globby mud feet, Sweetie!

Sweetie: Thanks! There’s a big ole puddle right in the middle of the yard! I can splash in it and stomp in it!

Doodlebug: I want one!

MoonCat: What else can I say but YUCK! But I always say YUCK! So there’s that.

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Look What the Snow Left Behind – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, the snow left. It marched off into the night.

Me: It kind of melted more than marched.

Sweetie: And after all that drama, what did it leave us? MUD, that’s what.

Me: It did water the earth. And it was beautiful to look at.

Sweetie: MUD! WONDERFUL, MESSY, STOMPABLE MUD! PLAYTIME!

MoonCat: Where is the nice, clean snow when you need it? Pull out all the foot mats, Lady Human. It’s a muddy bulldog world.

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