I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, someone is rudely whistling outside, disturbing our peace. Make them stop.
Me: Sorry. I can’t. That’s the wind again.
Doodlebug: Why can’t it blow quietly? I’m trying to nap.
Me: There are all kinds of factors that cause the winds to rise.
Sweetie: I know what causes it. Humans talking. talking, talking all the time with their big flappy mouths. Windbags blowing air everywhere. They need to quiet down.
MoonCat: Oh, that’s right. Only humans are big windbags. Yeah, sure.
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.