I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: (singing) Ohhh, say can you see, The sky is still there, Even after the humans tried to blow it to pieces…
Me: Very nice, but not exactly accurate. And you’ll be happy to know that the fireworks are over for now.
Doodlebug: Our prayer was answered. I don’t even notice any holes.
Me: No. No holes. Breathe it in.
MoonCat: A whole sky is a nice thing to have around.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: What were the humans up to last night, Lady Human?
Me: Oh, the fireworks?
Doodlebug: The big boom-booms.
Sweetie: Oh, no! Y’all were trying to blow up the sky again.
Me: It’s a celebration. And today is the big day. If you thought last night was loud, you ain’t heard nothin’ yet.
Doodlebug: Great Creator of all, please keep the sky where You put it.
Sweetie: Yes, please! The humans are up to their foolishness again!
MoonCat: I think the bulldogs give humans a little too much credit. After all these years, the sky is still here.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Aaaaaaa! What was that?
Sweetie: The sky broke! What have the humans messed up now, Lady Human?
Me: It’s a thunderstorm passing over.
Sweetie: I was asleep.
Me: So was I.
Doodlebug: Why do this at night?
Me: Atmospheric conditions.
Sweetie: Sounds like a made-up excuse for y’all to get by with something. MoonCat! Are you awake?
MoonCat: I am now.
Sweetie: The humans have cracked the sky again.
MoonCat: They broke it. They bought it. Good night.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, it’s different today.
Me: Well, every day is, isn’t it?
Sweetie: Now the air is almost warm.
Doodlebug: Yeah, it was cold and then warm, and cold, and then warm. The sky is confused.
Sweetie: Yeah, pick something and stick with it.
MoonCat: The earth is not a restaurant and the sky is not a menu. Hey, Bulldogs, it’s not the sky that’s confused.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Why are you so quiet, Lady Human? Is it human stuff again?
Me: Yeah.
Doodlebug: Why are you looking at the sky? Is there a storm?
Me: With humans, there’s always a storm somewhere. I like looking at the sky. It’s so big. It reminds me of the One Who made it all.
Sweetie: Bigger than the storm?
Me: Oh, yeah. And bigger than the humans.
MoonCat: Well, that’s good news.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, look! The sky got swept clean. The blue is showing again. You actually swept up the dirt from something. Good for you!
MoonCat: Well done. I’m taking a nap. Y’all can fuss on your own.
Me: I didn’t sweep the sky clean. Credit where credit is due. The Great Creator took care of all that. The winds died down. The dirt fell to earth and settled in a new place.
Doodlebug: I’m glad He worked that out because had we waited for you to use your broom…
Sweetie: We’d still be waiting.
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