I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: There’s that humming again outside the kitchen window.
Me: It’s the wind, doing its thing.
Doodlebug: Why can’t its thing be quieter?
Sweetie: First, it was whistling. Now it’s humming. I don’t recognize the song so I can’t even hum along. I know. I’ll hum my own song! That’ll teach that wind a lesson.
MoonCat: What lesson would that be? That bulldogs can’t carry a tune?
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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.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, look out the window. That tree is waving to us!
Me: The wind is shaking that thin branch.
Doodlebug: It’s bouncing up and down. It must be happy. Hey, cats can climb trees. I saw it on the Big Picture Box. Go climb it, MoonCat!
MoonCat: I never climb bouncing trees. Not good cat sense. I think it is nodding in agreement with me that we want the winds to settle down. Just a thought.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, someone is whistling loudly outside the window. It’s annoying when I’m trying to think my own thoughts. Make them stop.
Me: That’s the wind. A cold front is moving in.
Doodlebug: Why does it have to make so much noise? It’s bad enough that it’s made my nose cold.
Me: I don’t believe the wind did that on its own.
Sweetie: Cold or not, I prefer silence.
MoonCat: I prefer silence, too. From bulldogs, but I don’t get it. I simply cover my ears. That works for whistling winds, too.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: What is that dark blob in the middle of the Big Picture Box?
Me: That’s a radar image of a huge storm called a hurricane.
Sweetie: It’s ugly.
Me: Yeah, more than you know.
Doodlebug: We had a big storm. The huge oak tree got knocked over onto our house. Remember?
Me: True. That was a hurricane force wind in a big storm, but not a hurricane.
Sweetie: That was scary. So loud. And later those men came and banged on our roof all day. Is that wind blob coming here?
Me: No, it’s far away and headed a different direction. Others are in its path though.
Sweetie: What should we do?
Me: Pray.
MoonCat: Can we schedule not to have any more of those fierce winds? You see, I don’t weigh very much.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: The wind, Lady Human! The wind.
Me: Yeah, when I was a kid, we used to say that winds like this were likely to carry off anything not nailed down.
Doodlebug: It’s about to carry me off! Nail me down!
Bud: Nail. Nail.
Me: Don’t worry. Y’all are safe inside.
MoonCat: Good. Fussing time is naptime for me. Good night.
Sweetie: Nail me down, Lady Human, so I don’t blow away! I’m not that chubby! Really I’m not!
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