Too Quiet – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human?

Me: Yes?

Sweetie: Something is wrong.

Me: What, pray tell?

Sweetie: It’s too quiet. There’s no wind, the humming kind or the whistling kind, and no loud human machines are roaring or rumbling.

Me: For how many days have you been complaining about too much noise? And now it’s quiet. Do you want the noise back?

Sweetie: Maybe…a little.

Doodlebug: I don’t want it back. Naptime.

MoonCat: No comment. Now it’s quiet.

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Too Quiet – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Sweetie! What is Lady Human doing?

Sweetie: Shhhh! She is reading. Whatever that is.

Doodlebug: She is being too quiet. That is never a good sign with humans. It usually means that they are up to no good.

Sweetie: I know. She’s been at this reading thing quite awhile now. Very ominous.

Doodlebug: MoonCat! Go walk on her. That should break it up.

MoonCat: Meow. Nonsense. I only walk on humans on my own terms.

Sweetie: She is all bent over. Maybe she is stuck. Let’s start a commotion.

Me: Hey, what’s all the commotion?

Doodlebug: Phew! What a relief! You’re alive. We thought your brain had been eaten by that big stack of paper.

Sweetie: Yeah. It turns out you were only doing what all humans do – wasting time.

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