Harebrained – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: Of all the harebrained schemes I’ve ever heard of, this takes the cake!

Sweetie: Lady Human, you are upset. Hair-brained? You mean there’s hair in our brains? Yuck! Now I’m upset!

Me: No, ‘hare’ as in a jackrabbit. I don’t guess you’ve ever seen one. To call something ‘harebrained’ means it’s foolish.

Doodlebug: Did you mention cake? I heard you say ‘cake’. Is that the prize for being a jackrabbit? I’ll be harebrained then.

MoonCat: Is there a prize for ignoring harebrained comments?

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Not My Business – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: How come those humans down the road were so loud last night?

Me: I don’t know.

Sweetie: Aren’t you going to go sniff around and find out?

Me: Nope. Not my business.

Sweetie: Why not stick your nose in anyway?

Me: My nose sticks out way further than a bulldog’s. I don’t want it to get bitten off.

MoonCat: Truer words were never spoken.

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Bulldog March – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: Y’all sure are orderly today. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had learned to march in time.

Sweetie: Step one. Step two. Step three. Step four. Look. We aren’t even stepping on each other’s feet. Uh-oh.

Doodlebug: Ouch!

Me: Ow! Well, that didn’t last long.

Sweetie: See if MoonCat can do any better.

MoonCat: Ask a cat to march? Preposterous. Never heard of such a thing. Not gonna happen.

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Stuck in a Rut – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: Okay. Scheduled outdoor time. Let’s go.

Sweetie: Then what?

Me: Let’s see. Naptime for y’all. Then lunchtime for all of us. Then outside again. Then another nap probably. Then…

Doodlebug: So the same ole same ole. I heard a human say that. Funny!

Sweetie: We do the same day over and over and over again. Why aren’t we bored?

MoonCat: Breakfast, lunch, dinner, naps, snacks, shelter, long sleeps, playtime…If that’s boredom, I’m in. Keep it coming.

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Leftovers – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, may I have the stinky leftover food you still have in the cold box from Big Food Day?

Doodlebug: Hey, share!

Me: We do not have any stinky leftovers in the refrigerator.

Sweetie: Then how come I can smell them?

Me: You’re scenting some strong spices we don’t often use.

Sweetie: Smells good enough to be garbage, in my humble bulldog opinion.

MoonCat: When was there ever an humble bulldog? Better safe than sorry though. Where are my noseplugs?

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Your Side of the Bed – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: Hey, y’all, I need my bed back.

Sweetie: You’ve got a whole side all to yourself.

Doodlebug: Yeah, we don’t encroach.

Sweetie: Of course, we could share with someone else. MoonCat?

MoonCat: My bed only has one side. MINE!

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Tucked In – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Ahhh. Cozy.

Doodlebug: I could stay here in bed all day.

Me: You just about have. I’ve been up for hours. I’d like to have my bed back.

Sweerie: Your bed?

Doodlebug: That’s rather selfish.

MoonCat:  Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we invite bulldogs into our sleeping arrangements.

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Sleepover – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Here we are with all our stuff, ready for the sleepover. It’s a party!

Me: Are we having a sleepover?

Sweetie: Yup, in your room. Boy, you have a lot of cool stuff in here to chew on, Lady Human.

Me: Nope, that is not what a sleepover entails.

Doodlebug: You should have made that clear in your invitation.

Sweetie: That’s okay. We brought enough of our own stuff for chewing.

MoonCat: I’ll pass up on this event and keep my long, beautiful tail out of the reach of bulldog party goers.

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Just Visiting – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Hello, Lady Human!

Me: What are y’all doing on my bed?

Doodlebug: Is this your bed?

Sweetie: We’re just visiting.

Me: You’ve never wanted to be up there before.

Sweetie: We wanted to see what the world looks like from way up here. It’s really comfy. I think we will stay. Hey, MoonCat, want to share?

MoonCat: I prefer my single bed to stay bulldog-free, thank you.

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Where’s Mine? – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Okay. I’ve been patient long enough. Where is it?

Me: Where’s what?

Sweetie: I saw you take that delivery at the door, ma’am. Then you squirreled the whole thing away. Where’s mine?

Doodlebug: And don’t forget me.

Me: That batch only had human supplies in it.

MoonCat: Did I just now hear the sound of a can opener and catch a whiff of tuna on the air?

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Pecking Order – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, that boy chicken is about to get my goat.

Me: The rooster. Boy chickens are called roosters. I named him Roo-roo.

Sweetie: If he keeps pecking at me, you can name him Pancake as in “flat as a”!

Doodlebug: A rooster pancake. Hmmm.

MoonCat: Hmmm. Pancake the Rooster or a rooster pancake. Nope, not on my agenda.

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We Are Here to Help – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, we noticed that you have your hands full.

Doodlebug: We are here to offer our services.

Me: I don’t know exactly how you can help. I have to move all these leftovers into the freezer…oh, I see.

Sweetie: I am trained and ready for just such a job.

MoonCat: I’ll stay right here, quietly waiting until you get to my favorites when I will happily pitch in to help.

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Paw Pointing – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Hey, Doodle, you took my blanket! My favorite one! The one that’s just for me!

Doodlebug: No, I did not! The blankets are for everybody! Stop being so selfish!

Sweetie: You did! You! You! You!

Doodlebug: No, you’re wrong! You! You! You!

Me: Everybody put your paws down!

MoonCat: This sort of behavior always happens when the humans have turkey for dinner. It must be contagious. Happy Day after Thanksgiving.

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Bulldog Thanksgiving – Conversations with the Big Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: Happy Thanksgiving, y’all. Say something you thank the Great Creator for.

Sweetie: I don’t know.

Me: Well, think about it.

Baby and Bud: Tweet. Thanks for warm.

Doodlebug: Thanks for tons and tons of food.

Me: Sounds about right. Sweetie?

Sweetie: Thanks that I am a bulldog and not something else like a poodle…

Me: I like poodles. I’ve known some.

Sweetie: …or a human.

Me: Yeah. I’ve known some of them, too.

MoonCat: Don’t feel badly, Lady Human. I’m thankful for humans. They know how to put tuna in a can.

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Extraordinary Smells – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. This is a special day.

Me: Yes. It is. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day.

Sweetie: Doodlebug means the house air smells good today. That’s not always true.

Me: How well I know.

Sweetie: Hey, humans have their stinky moments, too, Lady Human.

Me: How well I know.

Sweetie: But today is a special smell good day. Can’t every day smell this good?

MoonCat: We would have to have some major cooperation from…well, we all know.

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Waste Not, Want Not – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, those long sticks look yucky. Throw them away.

Me: First off, since when does a bulldog think anything looks yucky. Secondly, these carrots can be made into a soup or baked in a casserole, so no, I will not waste them.

Doodlebug: But they’re all limp and saggy and smooshy and…yellowy brown.

Me: But they’re not bad. Waste not, want not.

MoonCat: I definitely “want not”.

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