Me: Sweetie? Sweetie?
Sweetie: Huh?
Me: You look like you’re asleep sitting up. Some of my friends would call you knackered.
Sweetie: What do you call me?
Me: Dog-tired.
Sweetie: Nope. Can’t just be dog-tired. I have to be bulldog-tired. We always do everything better. Now pardon me while I sleep sitting up just to prove I can.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: How well I know! What’s the problem, boy?
Doodlebug: Problem? What problem? There’s no problem.
Sweetie: She means why are you barking in your sleep?
Doodlebug: I was doing no such thing!
MoonCat: Yes. You were. Admit the truth, bulldog! You all are blabbermouths even when you sleep.
Doodlebug: Well, if I was talking in my sleep, and that’s a big IF, it’s because I had something to say. So…what did I say?
Sweetie: I dunno.
MoonCat: Who cares?
Me: I needed an interpreter.
Doodlebug: It could have been the most important thing ever said and you humans have all these phones and recording dealywhoppers and nobody captured my special comments…
Sweetie: Whoa there, big boy! Let’s not get carried away! Not every burp that you let loose smells like roses.
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