“When sleepytime comes, SLEEP! Ignore the loud mouths.”
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Welcome to Simpleton – Sleepytime
Motor Mouths – Conversations with the Pack
I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Roo-Roo the Rooster is roostering all over the place. Well, I’ll show him. He can’t out rooster a bulldog.
Me: You don’t have to hold a contest. In fact, PLEASE don’t hold a contest!
Sweetie: I’m all fired up and raring to go! Read my lips, Roo-Roo!
MoonCat: Let’s hope the motor mouths run out of gas before too long.
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Pecking in the Dirt – Conversations with the Pack
I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. That other fella is Roo-Roo the Rooster. He is not a bulldog.
Sweetie: Lady Human, how come he keeps hitting the dirt with his pointy mouth?
Me: He’s looking for something to eat.
Doodlebug: But those big food bowls are right over there. Why work so hard to find nothing?
Me: There’s always hope.
MoonCat: You will never find tunafish by pecking in the dirt. Just saving you some time. You’re welcome.
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Name Calling – Part 1 Conversations with the Pack
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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Too Much Information – Conversations with the Pack
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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Roosting – Conversations with the Pack
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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