
“Someone left the lights on.”
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“Someone left the lights on.”
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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“Don’t try to out bully a bully.”
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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“I’ve come too far to quit now. Swim!”
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