I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: And I am tired.
Me: How come?
Sweetie: Chattering chickens. They never stop talking and they say nothing.
MoonCat: Like some others I could name.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: All right. Go ahead and tell me. What are you all whispering about?
Sweetie: Not a thing.
Doodlebug: What whispering?
MoonCat: They are planning to take away the mop the next time Tall Man pulls it out.
Doodlebug: Treason!
Sweetie: Turncoat!
Mooncat: I am not a bulldog as you are so quick to remind me. Therefore, Doodlebug is not my king and no treason is involved. End of discussion!
Me: So what was your plan? Emphasis on the was.
Doodlebug: A good leader never divulges battle plans against mops and brooms.
Sweetie: Especially when the plans are stupid and not likely to work.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, something strange has happened to my bed…again. Someone sneaked a new pad in while I was minding my own business outside.
Me: I did that. Sweetie has a new one, too. And MoonCat. I figured a little extra padding is never a bad thing, especially with winter on its way. Look! Sweetie and MoonCat are already snoring on theirs.
Doodlebug: So you think it is okay if I touch mine? I mean, I still have the old one. I found out that it wouldn’t swallow my feet.
Me: This one won’t either.
Doodlebug: Are you sure?
Me: Yep. Just chalk it up to human intuition. You’ll be fine.
Doodlebug: Based on y’all’s track record, I don’t chalk much good up to human intuition at all.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Where is that growling coming from? Someone is treading on my domain!
Sweetie: Take charge, Lady Human! Strange bulldogs are barking in the sky!
MoonCat: Meow! Oh, no! Now they’re coming from all directions!
Doodlebug: Let me at ’em! I’ll deal with them! Nobody threatens my family!
Me: Everybody just simmer down. There are no bulldogs in the sky.
Sweetie: Of course there are! I can hear them. Bulldog grumbling has a certain sound like nothing else.
Me: Yes, but what you hear is rolling thunder.
Sweetie: Exactly! The thunder of a million bulldogs running toward us.
Me: Take a glance outside. What do you see?
Doodlebug: Uh, sky water.
Me: Yes, rain. Only rain.
Sweetie: I hate sky water. I’ll take a sky bulldog pack anytime.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Whatever.
MoonCat: Meow. What are we supposed to do? Bow?
Doodlebug: That would be a start.
Sweetie: Lady Human! Doodle wants us to bow to him! Please make this stop!
Me: Mmmm. Bowing to a bulldog? Nope.
Doodlebug: But I am the strongest thing in the room. And I am the King. You should at least call me ‘Sir’.
Me: How come?
Doodlebug: All I have to do is bark and everybody stops what they are doing to see why. I have all my meals served to me. I don’t have to do anything…
Sweetie: He may have a point.
Doodlebug: And I get to use the bathroom anywhere, anytime.
Me: Whoa! Hold up there, boy! Even kings have limits.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. What’s going on?
MoonCat: Meow. Bark. Go on! Bark!
Doodlebug: Oh, all right. If you say so.
Me: What is going on here?
MoonCat: Meow. Time for breakfast. Hurry along.
Me: It’s not even light yet.
MoonCat: Meow. What’s light got to do with anything? This is breakfast call.
Sweetie: What’s all the ruckus?
Me: MoonCat is calling for breakfast.
Sweetie: Number one – she’s not a bulldog, so she doesn’t get to say when breakfast is. Number two – It’s still dark. Number 3 – well, I’ve forgotten Number 3. I’m going back to sleep.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Sweetie! What is Lady Human doing?
Sweetie: Shhhh! She is reading. Whatever that is.
Doodlebug: She is being too quiet. That is never a good sign with humans. It usually means that they are up to no good.
Sweetie: I know. She’s been at this reading thing quite awhile now. Very ominous.
Doodlebug: MoonCat! Go walk on her. That should break it up.
MoonCat: Meow. Nonsense. I only walk on humans on my own terms.
Sweetie: She is all bent over. Maybe she is stuck. Let’s start a commotion.
Me: Hey, what’s all the commotion?
Doodlebug: Phew! What a relief! You’re alive. We thought your brain had been eaten by that big stack of paper.
Sweetie: Yeah. It turns out you were only doing what all humans do – wasting time.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, we have a problem.
Sweetie: Uh-oh!
Me: I’m hearing that word a little too often.
Sweetie: Tappy the Chicken is stuck between the gate and the door! She walked in, but she can’t turn around.
Doodlebug: Chickens are so stupid.
MoonCat: Meow. Bulldogs should be careful about who they call stupid.
Sweetie: Help, Lady Human! She’s hopelessly trapped!
Me: Not hopelessly. She just needs to back up. Sometimes a few steps back is all it takes. I’ll be there in a second.
Doodlebug: Never mind! She backed out. Dumb chicken.
MoonCat: Meow. One wonders how long it would have taken a bulldog to figure that one out.
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” Don’t bother me and I won’t bother you.”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Uh-oh. Lady Human, I just want to make it clear that I had absolutely nothing to do with the big…puddle on the floor.
Me: Uh, Doodlebug! What happened here?
Doodlebug: Nothing. Well, something, but it’s really nothing.
Me: You peed on the floor.
Doodlebug: It was an accident. I was aiming for that big bag and I missed.
Me: This is not like you. And thankfully, that bag is waterproof because it has your food in it.
Sweetie: Doodle! You tried to pee on our food?
Doodlebug: I was just leaving my royal mark. Hey, the cat gets to pee in the house.
MoonCat: Meow. Pardon me, but I have my own private restroom. I am not a barbarian.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Where did your paws go, Lady Human?
Sweetie: Yeah, did you lose them in the backyard? Let’s go look! I can sniff ’em out!
Me: No, it’s all right. I’ve just tucked them under my arms to keep them warm. And we call them “hands”, not paws.
Doodlebug: Same difference.
Me: Not exactly. Hey, MoonCat! You’ve tucked your hands…well, paws, too. That’s so cute.
MoonCat: Meow. If it’s good enough for human paws, it’s good enough for cat paws.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. That noise must stop.
Me: You mean your barking?
Sweetie: No, Lady Human, you know what noise. That awful chicken barking from outside.
MoonCat: Meow. Yes, it must stop. It is worse than bulldog barking if that is even possible…which it is not.
Me: Chickens don’t usually respond to commands.
Doodlebug: So, they do have something in common with bulldogs.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Where is Lady Human?
Sweetie: She’s here in the food room, staring at a pot.
Doodlebug: Did the pot ask to be stared at?
Sweetie: Yeah, is it that good-looking, ma’am? Is it better looking than I am? ‘Cuz I don’t think so.
Me: No, I’m just heating some water to make tea.
Doodlebug: Does staring at it help?
Me: No, in fact, there’s an old saying about watched pots never boiling and…
Sweetie: Then stop it right now!
MoonCat: Yes, because I’m staring at my empty food bowl and it’s still not filling up.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, you all have fouled things up again.
Me: Whatever do you mean?
MoonCat: Meow. Dinnertime. Late. Fix it. Now.
Me: Well, I’ve been going by the time change, so, yes, I guess mealtimes seem late the last few days.
Doodlebug: Seem? There’s no seem about it. Where’s the food?
Me: Since it’s been getting a little darker earlier and the time changed, you all have been eating at different times so…
Sweetie: I’m not talking about what WE have been doing. I’m talking about what YOU have been doing. How come meals are late?
MoonCat: Meow. We have been patient.
Sweetie: Don’t tell me. Let me guess. You humans have been fooling around with the sun again. Telling us when it will rise and when it will set.
Doodlebug: Yeah, as though you know!
MoonCat: I know this. Hungry. Food. Give it. NOW!
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“If you don’t want to get your paws dirty, don’t walk in the muck.”
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, I hear a noise that must be stopped.
Sweetie: It’s my friend, the chicken! She’s knocking at the patio door.
MoonCat: Nope. No more residents allowed in my house.
Me: Well, no chickens anyway.
Sweetie: What? No fair!
Me: Sorry, hon. Chickens don’t go well in a house. That’s why they have one of their own.
Sweetie: But she’s knocking. She wants to visit.
Me: I tell you what. Go on out and visit with her awhile.
Doodlebug: Yeah. Do that. Whatever it takes to stop that noise.
Me: Maybe we should give her a name.
Sweetie: There’s only one that fits. Tappy.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Have you reconsidered your hesitancy about your new sleeping pad?
Doodlebug: Does hesitancy mean fear?
Me: Sometimes. But it can also mean caution. Maybe if you would just try it…
Doodlebug: So it could swallow me up and suck me into a cave in the ground? NO! THANK YOU!
Me: Once again, allow me to say, THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN!
Doodlebug: We shall see.
Me: Yes, we certainly shall. Meanwhile…
Doodlebug: Meanwhile, since you went to all the trouble to get it for me, I will politely place one paw on the edge of it. Just one. Just on the edge.
Me: That’s all I ask. Just try it. You’ll like it.
Doodlebug: We shall see. But if it grabs my foot, we shall see a new sleeping pad torn into tiny little pieces as it so richly deserves.
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Sweetie: Lady Human! I have a new friend.
Me: I saw that.
Sweetie: She is really nice and friendly and not scared of my big ole bulldog face at all. And she didn’t say anything. Nice and quiet.
Me: Yeah. She just stood right by you the whole time you sat in the patio. Kind of strange for a chicken.
Sweetie: What chicken?
Me: Your new patio friend. She’s a chicken. Remember. We talked about chickens. The birds that have wings, but they only flap and don’t fly.
Sweetie: She doesn’t fly away and she doesn’t talk. Perfect in every way.
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