Old Softies – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Where are they, Lady Human?

Doodlebug: Yeah, I’ve been wondering that, too.

Me: Be a little more specific, guys. Where are what?

Sweetie: My cushy baby blanket – the one you used for your babies way back when, my soft purple dinosaur…

Doodlebug: My blue blanket, my green blanket, my white sleeping pad, my other green blanket, my other blue blanket…

Sweetie: My tiny little blankets that I pile up in the corner, my big blankets that I pile up in the corner…

Me: They are drying. I had to wash them. No choice.

Doodlebug: How can we be expected to survive without our softies?

MoonCat: As usual, cats have the advantage. Find a human. Find the humans’ softest furniture. Presto! Good old softies at your service.

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Keep Your Paws Off of Our Stuff – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: Don’t touch what’s not yours. Nothing on the floor is yours.

Sweetie: Then why do you throw food on the floor?

Me: I don’t. That comes from big bulldog mouths knocking food bowls about. I’m talking about keeping your paws and mouths off other people’s stuff.

MoonCat: Leave me out of the discussion. I mind my own things

Doodlebug: But you put your paws on other people’s stuff, Lady Human.

Sweetie: Yeah. You’re all the time touching my stuff. Our stuff. Well, it’s mostly mine.

Doodlebug: My stuff. Chew sticks. Balls. That softy toy.

Sweetie: Beds.

Me: Poop? Is that poop outside yours?

Doodlebug: Nope. It doesn’t have my name on it.

Sweetie: Nope. Anyway you can’t prove it.

Doodlebug: Hey, Lady Human, you can put your paws on all that poop outside. It’s all yours now.

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