Look What the Snow Left Behind – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, the snow left. It marched off into the night.

Me: It kind of melted more than marched.

Sweetie: And after all that drama, what did it leave us? MUD, that’s what.

Me: It did water the earth. And it was beautiful to look at.

Sweetie: MUD! WONDERFUL, MESSY, STOMPABLE MUD! PLAYTIME!

MoonCat: Where is the nice, clean snow when you need it? Pull out all the foot mats, Lady Human. It’s a muddy bulldog world.

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Boots on the Snow – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, you never go outside without foot coverings, even when there is no snow or ice.

Me: True.

Sweetie: So where are our foot coverings? Not fair!

Me: I thought that might come up, so I dug your doggy boots out.

Doodlebug: Oh, no! Not those! They are like hard heavy sweaters, only for feet. I kicked them off before. I’ll do it again.

Sweetie: I don’t like the way they look.

MoonCat: They are not a fashion statement. Neither are frostbitten toes.

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Something Spilled Outside – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human! Cleanup! Outside! Better bring a mop and a great big bucket.

Me: You mean all that cold white stuff on top of everything? Not my circus, not my ice monkeys.

Sweetie: Now that’s not very helpful of you, ma’am. Do you want our precious little paws to get frosty? It sounds to me like laziness.

MoonCat: It sounds to me like it’s a good thing I’m a housecat.

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Cold, White, Wet, and Weird! – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human! Help! It is awful! And cold! And white! And wet! And weird! And it’s falling from the sky!

Me: It’s snow.

Doodlebug: Why?

Me: Conditions just got right and there it is. Snow.

Sweetie: Make it stop.

Me: It’ll do that soon enough on it’s own.

Sweetie: NO! NOW!

MoonCat: Calm down, silly bully. Do what sane animals like cats do. Take a nap.

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The Falling Sky – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, something very sad is happening. The sky is falling apart. Little pieces of it are falling to the ground. I have always liked looking at the sky, but now it is going away. I shall miss it.

Me: The sky is not falling.

Doodlebug: I beg to differ. Look. Watch out that it doesn’t hit you.

MoonCat: Meow. I don’t go outside. Problem solved.

Me: What you are seeing are snow flurries, tiny ice crystals. I know you don’t remember, but we have seen them before.

Doodlebug: Wait. Snow. I’ve heard that word before.

Sweetie: And it covered the ground and swallowed our feet where we walked. NOOOO!

Me: It’ll be all right. There may not be that much this time.

Doodlebug: NOOOO! Swallowed feet!

Sweetie: NOOOO! Swallowed poop!

MoonCat: Now you see why I’m happy inside.

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