Never Wasteful – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: What is that delicious smell-good that is invading my nose? Ooh, it’s coming from the bag in the kitchen.

Me: No, no, no! That’s trash!

Doodlebug: It doesn’t smell like trash. Well, maybe it does. But that’s not a bad thing. Sometimes.

Me: There are no goodies in there for anybody. You’re probably smelling the greasy food leftovers from last night.

Sweetie: I must have missed that. Give me my greasy leftovers.

Me: Sorry, hon, they would upset your stomach.

Sweetie: Never waste food. A bulldog’s mouth is the perfect trash bag.

MoonCat: An accurate description if I ever heard one.

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Forward! – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Those strange humans are back on our street, Lady Human!

Sweetie: Yeah, listen to all that noise! Let’s go!

Doodlebug: Yeah, let’s go chase ’em off!

Sweetie: BULLDOG CHARGE!

Me: Hold on just a second! Those are the trash collector people. The noise is from their big trucks. You don’t want to chase them off!

Sweetie: Who told them they could come snatch our trash away?

Doodlebug: Yeah! We may need that stuff someday…sometime…maybe.

Sweetie: If it doesn’t smell too bad. Save the garbage!

MoonCat: I think I’ll just find a nice out of the way spot where no one will see me. Best way to avoid nonsense.

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The Burned Egg Temptation – Conversations with Doodlebug and Sweetie

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Where is it? Where is it? I smell it. Wait! It was right here on the floor. Emphasis on the was.

Me: Oh, you mean the eggs. Tall Man burned some eggs he was cooking and they spilled on the floor as he was taking them to the trash.

Sweetie: Spilled eggs? Trash? Eggs never belong in the trash, even burned ones. Where are they? Nevermind. I’ll check the trash.

Doodlebug: Too late.

Sweetie: Why are you licking your lips?

Doodlebug: Well, you see, you were taking a nap and there were these burned eggs on the floor and I didn’t want anybody to slip on them and I didn’t want anybody else to be tempted by them so…problem solved. Don’t bother to thank me.

Sweetie: Oh, I won’t.

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Sniffing Patrol – Conversations with Sweetie

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Me: Sweetie? What’s going on?

Sweetie: Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Nothing to trouble you. Just go on about your business.

Me: If you are thinking about digging in the trash, it is most certainly my business.

Sweetie: Just patrolling to make sure you all aren’t wasting any food. But you’re okay. Everything here stinks to high heaven, and not in the good way. Not one item to tempt a bulldog or a human, and we know how loose human standards are.

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Trash Raiders – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: I am Sweetie. ‘Nough said.

MoonCat: Meow.

Me: You are probably wondering why I have called you all here today.

Doodlebug: No, not really.

Sweetie: Don’t care.

MoonCat: Meow. Because we all live here anyway?

Me: There is mess in the kitchen.

Doodlebug: Oooo, good! Let me at it.

Sweetie: A mess in the kitchen. So what else is new?

MonnCat: Meow. Nobody saw me do it.

Me: Noses need to stay out of the trash bag.

Sweetie: Uhb, trash bags should not be nose high then.

Me: There are nasty things in the trash that are not good for you to eat. We’ve gone over this before.

Doodlebug: Then how come nasty things smell so delicious?

MoonCat: And how come tunafish live in the trash?

Me: They don’t.

Sweetie: No, they don’t. Chickens do.

Me: No, that’s not true either.

Doodlebug: Nobody worry about what is living in the trash. I’ll just keep checking. My nose is on it

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