Turn the Sun Down – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: You’ve done it again, Lady Human. You left the sun running full blast when it needs to be turned down.

Doodlebug: The sun did go down last night. I watched it through the window.

Sweetie: Yeah, but it came back up which means somebody didn’t turn the right knob.

Me: Y’all don’t seem to understand how little control humans have over stuff like the sun.

MoonCat: That’s good news. In my book, the less control humans have, the better.

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Sunsitting – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Why won’t Sweetie come inside? It’s hot.

Me: I know. I’m going to make her come in now.

MoonCat: Meow. I never go outside. It’s always too hot or too cold. Even when it’s just right.

Me: Sweetie, you have to come inside now.

Sweetie: I can’t. I’m sunsitting.

Me: You mean sunbathing.

Sweetie: No, sunsitting. I am taking care of the sun. Like when humans take care of little humans.

Me: I think the sun will be alright without you. It’s been there for a long, long time.

Sweetie: But the sun is lonely. It’s up there all by itself.

Me: Mmmm…it may seem that way, but it’s really not.

Sweetie: It needs me. Wait. Okay. I’m too hot now. Shame on you, Sun. No more sunsitting with you. I’m going inside. Oh, but I’ll see you tomorrow, same time, same place.

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