I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, Roo-Roo the Rooster was yelling at me!
Me: Maybe he was only saying hello very loudly.
Sweetie: Nobody says hello that loud! He was calling me an ugly name!
Me: And what ugly name, pray tell, was that?
Sweetie: BULLDOG!
Doodlebug: How rude!
MoonCat: How accurate.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, too much human talk is being thrown around.
Doodlebug: Yes. For example, we don’t know or care why the egg blew up. Talking about it just makes us think about it more and worry.
Sweetie: Yes, ma’am. Stop talking and spend the time making sure eggs stay in their shells.
MoonCat: Maybe that fella has some ideas.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, that big loud fancy bird outside is acting weird.
Sweetie: Yeah, it’s pretending to be a parakeet and is sitting on a stick.
Me: He is a rooster and he is roosting.
Doodlebug: How come we can’t do that?
Me: Your feet aren’t made the same way.
Doodlebug: How come?
Me: For so it seemed good to the Great Creator.
MoonCat: Flat sturdy ground beneath my delicate little feet. So it seems good to me, too.
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