Common Courtesy – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Hey, watch out! How are the humans going to know I am the King if you interrupt me.

Sweetie: How indeed? Move aside! Coming through!

Me: Ow, that’s my foot.

Sweetie: Your foot should be more careful where it puts itself.

MoonCat: I’m just going to put myself in a nice out of the way corner until this is over.

Me: We need to start exercising a little common courtesy around here.

Sweetie: Okay. How little?

Doodlebug: And how common?

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Persnickety – Conversations with Doodlebug and Sweetie

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Hmmph.

Me: Okay, I know that hmmph. What’s wrong?

Sweetie: My water has a funny smell.

Me: Only if it’s a smell you put in it just now. I washed your bowl and refilled it not half an hour ago.

Sweetie: Smell it.

Me: Sorry, I don’t smell a thing.

Doodlebug: She means use your bulldog nose.

Me: I don’t have a bulldog nose.

Sweetie: Can you order one? From that place that sends all the great cardboard boxes?

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Not Again! – Conversations with Doodlebug & Sweetie

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Okay, not again! LADY HUMAN!

Sweetie: What have you done now, Lady Human?

Me: Not a thing. I’m enjoying the power outages just like the rest of you.

Sweetie: Where is my fan air?

Me: Same place as my lamp light.

Doodlebug: You can use the Great Creator’s Big Light. It’s on. For right now.

Me: And you can breathe and enjoy His fresh air. It’s on, too.

Sweetie: Bulldogs have certain minimum requirements that are not being met.

Me: Why don’t we all just settle down and relax?

Doodlebug: Relax? We are full-blown bulldogs! How little you know us!

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Wailing Skies – Conversations with the Pack

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May 28, 2024, 6:05 a.m.

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: The sky is wailing, Lady Human. Please tell it to shut up.

Me: That’s the Tornado Warning.

Sweetie: So this is another human mess.

Me: Well, the siren is human, but no, we did not invent tornadoes.

Doodlebug: Don’t they know some of us are trying to sleep?

MoonCat: They don’t care about such things. Interruptions are their forte.

Me: Nobody is supposed to sleep just now. That siren says they have detected a hook cloud in the county. That means nearby.

Sweetie: Does this mean an early breakfast?

Me: It can. Is that why you came to get me?

Sweetie: No, I came to get you because I love you. And I wanted to visit with you. And to see if I could get an early breakfast.

BOOM!

Sweetie: Oh, Lady Humaaannn. The patio door’s open.

Me: Oh, great! The wind blew it open! The latch can’t hold it. I’ll have to.

Doodlebug: If the door’s open, we can all go outside to pee.

Me: Nobody is going outside to do anything. We are hunkering down. Except for me. I’m holding the door closed. Yay.

MoonCat: Consider me hunkered down. Y’all sleep tight.

Doodlebug: How long will this go on?

Me: Until the storm passes.

Sweetie: Who turned off the lights? How am I supposed to see my breakfast…when it eventually gets here?

Me: Power’s off. And now we’ve lost the phone and the internet, too.

Doodlebug: Point me in the right direction. I’ll go sniff ’em out.

Me: Sorry, Doodle. It don’t work that way.

Sweetie: The door is pushing you, Lady Human! Bulldog it! You’re plenty big enough!

Me: At least the steel gate is holding. That’s working.

Sweetie: Nothing else around here seems to be. Okay, time for early breakfast!

Me: Sorry, girl. You’ll have to wait until I can let go of the door.

Sweetie: See, Doodle! Keeping the wind and rain out of the house is more important to humans than breakfast. They have their priorities all wrong.

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Change the Sheets – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human! Service, please!

Me: Already?

Doodlebug: Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. My bed blankets need changing.

Me: I just gave you clean blankets last night.

Doodlebug: Yes, but these smell yucky now.

Sweetie: Yeah, they smell like him.

MoonCat: Need I say more?

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Litter Box Privileges – Conversations with MoonCat

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Me: MoonCat? What are you doing all the way back here?

MoonCat: Exploring the wonderful bulldog-free mysteries of this palace.

Me: Well, It’s not exactly a palace…

MoonCat: It has rooms, floors, halls, doors, and this lovely litter box cubicle. Of course, it’s a palace. And no bulldogs.

Me: Well, every once in a while they wander in here.

MoonCat: Don’t spoil it for me, Lady Human.

Me: And this is my bathroom, not a litter box cubicle.

MoonCat: You could have fooled me.

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Goofy Hats – Conversations with Doodlebug and Sweetie

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. What are you laughing at, Lady Human? And Sweetie, how come you’re laughing, too? I’m serious. I’m not funny.

Me: Your head. A flower drifted down from a tree and it’s sitting on your head like a tiny hat.

Sweetie: You look goofy.

Doodlebug: Get it off! I can’t look goofy! I’m the king!

Me: It’s just a flower.

Doodlebug: No one will take me seriously.

Sweetie: Too late. No one ever has.

Me: It’s alright. It just blew away.

Doodlebug: Good. No tree should put a hat on me anyway. Now I’m normal.

Sweetie: I wouldn’t say that.

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To Improve Promptness – Conversations with Doodlebug and Sweetie

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Service! Service here now!

Me: Hold your horses!

Doodlebug: We have no horses to hold.

Sweetie: But if we did, you’d better believe we could hold them.

Me: I’m mean, what’s the hurry?

Doodlebug: Me. I’m the hurry.

Me: It’s not like you’re going to give me a tip.

Sweetie: Tip?

Me: Yeah, a reward “to improve promptness”.

Doodlebug: Here’s a tip. Promptly let me outside or you will promptly be cleaning up the floor.

Me: Fair enough.

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Be Reasonable – Conversations with Sweetie

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Me: Sweetie, stop!

Sweetie: Stop what?

Me: Think for a second. What are you doing right now?

Sweetie: Talking to you.

Me: Before that.

Sweetie: Minding my own business.

Me: You were chewing on the corner of the plastic box.

Sweetie: Oh, that. That’s just a hobby of mine.

Me: Stop it. Why would you even do that?

Sweetie: Because…fun.

Me: It’s not food. It can’t taste very good. And it could harm you if you swallow any of it. Be reasonable.

Sweetie: Oh, you mean like humans?

Me: We don’t chew on plastic.

Sweetie: No, you just chew on everything else.

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Buckets and Mops and Brooms! Oh, My! – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: We are under attack! Man your stations! I mean, Dog your stations!

Me: I have never understood this. This is a bucket. This is a mop. This is a broom. What is the problem?

Doodlebug: We are outnumbered!

Sweetie: Yeah, we can’t count on the cat.

MoonCat: Why should I interfere when those things clean up bulldog dirt?

Doodlebug: And I’m not sure which side Lady Human is on.

Sweetie: Look out! That broom thing has swept up some spilled food! Don’t worry! I’ll save you!

Me: Save food by eating it? Okay, I guess.

Sweetie: Y’all can keep that other crumbly stuff.

Doodlebug: Yeah, we’ll arrange to track more in later.

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Grumble Faces – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: What’s with all the grumble faces?

Sweetie: Are you calling us ugly?

Me: By no means, but you do look a little serious.

Sweetie: Doodlebug! Maybe now is the time to present her with all our complaints…uh… requests.

MoonCat: Grumble faces? That must be a human and dog problem. I always wear the same face. That way no one can tell what I’m thinking. Keep ’em guessing.

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The Cardboard Box Domination – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Why is Sweetie so loud, Lady Human?

Me: She is wrestling the big cardboard box into submission.

Sweetie: Grrrrr! Arrgghh! You’re not the boss of me! Grrrrrrrr!

MoonCat: I’ve never seen such a fuss over a cardboard box.

Me: I’ve seen you love lots of boxes in your time.

MoonCat: Yes, but gently, like old friends. Places where I could retreat to solitude and be hidden away from loud, obnoxious bulldogs.

Sweetie: No box gets by with locking me out! Grrrr! Down with those cardboard walls! Arrgghh!

Doodlebug: Well, not a box anymore.

MoonCat: Nope. Just a flat cardboard mess.

Sweetie: All right, Lady Human. When does the next cardboard box delivery get here? I’m ready.

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Human Blunders – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Fess up, Lady Human! What did you do today?

Me: Do? I made some macaroni salad and washed your bedding and…

Sweetie: She’s pretending she doesn’t know. What did you do…TO THE SUN?

Me: Oh, that! I didn’t have anything to do with that. That was a total eclipse. Completely out of my control.

Doodlebug: I suppose you’re going to say that the Great Creator took the sun away and made the sky go dark.

Sweetie: When it wasn’t supposed to! Right when I had scheduled my sunbath!

Me: Well, as a matter of fact…

Doodlebug: I’ve heard enough! Humans! Always blaming someone else for the problems they cause.

MoonCat: I don’t understand what all the fuss is about. Your silly sun is back. Besides, darkness is a much more enjoyable time of day. So many places to sneak around and hide in.

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Bribery, Trickery, and Deceit – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Okay, what are you up to, Lady Human?

Me: Up to? Whatever do you mean?

Sweetie: I saw you fooling around with our softie food. You hid something in it, didn’t you?

Me: Would I do that?

Doodlebug: Absolutely!

Sweetie: Yes, without question!

MoonCat: Do I even need to answer that?

Me: Don’t you want this wonderful smelling treat? Mmmm! It’s so good. It’s your favorite!

Sweetie: It does smell good.

Doodlebug: It does look good.

MoonCat: Ask the question, bulldogs. What’s the catch?

Sweetie: Is this a bribe?

Doodlebug: Yeah, you want us to do something we wouldn’t do otherwise.

Sweetie: But it does look good.

Doodlebug: And it does smell good. Oh, all right. Give it here.

Sweetie: Mmmm. Is there any more?

Me: Not right now.

MoonCat: You all sold out cheap.

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Tight Spaces – Conversations with Sweetie

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Me: Sweetie, what do you think you’re doing?

Sweetie: Just trying new things. Look how well I fit in here.

Me: No, you don’t. We’ve talked about this before. There isn’t enough room for you to squeeze your head between that heavy chair and that table. There just isn’t.

Sweetie: Are you calling me fat?

Me: No, I’m calling you what you are. A big-boned bulldog of the English variety, and you can’t fit in any ole tight space you choose.

Sweetie: Watch me! Mmmm…hmmph!

Me: See what I mean?

Sweetie: But if I try hard enough, I should be able to fit anywhere!

Me: Not if it’s physically impossible. And why would you even want to?

Sweetie: It’s a bulldog thing. I’ll just keep trying.

Me: That’s what I was afraid of.

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It’s in the Can – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: What’s on the menu?

Me: Pretty much the same as always.

Doodlebug: Don’t tell me. Let me guess. Little crunchy brown balls and your attempt at cooking.

Sweetie: Where’s the good stuff?

Me: What good stuff?

Sweetie: You know. The delicious softie food that comes off the round metal thing that digs it out of the other round metal thing.

Me: You mean the big spoon with the canned food?

Doodlebug: Everything’s better if it comes from a can.

MoonCat: Cat wisdom from down through the years. I’m glad the bulldogs have caught up.

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Dissatisfied Customers – Conversations with Doodlebug and Sweetie

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. What is the meaning of this? I have never been treated so shabbily in my life!

Me: What’s the problem now?

Doodlebug: There is some kind of muck in my food bowl.

Sweetie: Back to a one star review.

Me: We’ve been over this. This is not a hotel or a restaurant.

Sweetie: Good thing. You wouldn’t be in business by sundown.

Me: The “muck” in your bowl is fresh homemade food, made just for y’all.

Doodlebug: I beg your pardon. Our standards are higher than this.

Me: Higher standards? Like when I caught you trying to eat your own…

Sweetie: Don’t bring that up, Lady Human. That’s a painful memory. And a foul smell.

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