I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Hey, Doodle, back up! Don’t breathe my air! It’s mine! Get your own!
Me: We are all breathing whatever air is in this space. It’s Doodlebug’s air, too.
Doodlebug: Thank you, Lady Human, for defending my airspace.
Me: There’s plenty for everyone.
MoonCat: Let’s see. The air in this room divided among one human, one cat, two parakeets, and two giant-nosed, big-mouthed bulldogs equals…somebody open a window.
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