I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, there’s a lot of nonsense squeaking out of the parakeets’ mouths.
Bud and Baby: Eeek. Eeek. Eeek.
MoonCat: Utter nonsense, therefore, right down a bulldog’s alley.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Do something, Lady Human!
Me: Do something about what? A little more detail, please.
Sweetie: That! Aaaggghhh!
MoonCat: Yes, that scary monster bug showed up on the Big Picture Box and someone found it very disturbing.
Doodlebug: If it comes over here, one swipe of my huge hairy bulldog paw will take care of that. No problem.
Me: It’s not going anywhere. It’s on the TV screen.
Sweetie: Why?
Me: Somebody thought it was interesting.
Sweetie: Typical human foolishness. Lady Human, do you want something like that in the house?
Me: No.
Sweetie: Then why have a giant picture of it in the house?
MoonCat: True. One cannot even eat it.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Point of disorder, Lady Human! MoonCat is lounging in my sleeping space!
MoonCat: Point of order, ma’am! I am lounging in my sleeping space.
Me: I have seen you both lounging in that space at the same time.
Doodlebug: Double point of disorder! It is my sleeping space. Let me in there.
Me: Doodle, never have I seen you in that space.
Doodlebug: I am the King. I am claiming this space. Plus I’m bigger than everybody else. So there!
MoonCat: Does bulldog disorder never end?
Me: Apparently not.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Ahh-oooo! Ahh-ooo!
Me: Sweetie, what in the world are you howling at?
Sweetie: I’m telling the loud chicken to put a sock in it!
Me: I think you mean the rooster.
Sweetie: I think I mean the loud chicken that keeps yelling at the sky!
Me: Yeah, that’s a rooster. Crowing is his thing.
Doodlebug: Pretty soon, he’s going to find out what real crowing sounds like, bulldog-style!
Sweetie: Ahhh-oooo-oooo! Some roosters don’t know when to shut up!
MoonCat: So says the crowing bulldog.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: What special thing is happening today, Lady Human?
Me: Uh…nothing that I know of.
Doodlebug: But you are in charge! Haven’t you scheduled anything special?
Me: Uh…not that I know of. Oh, and that notion that I am in charge of everything that happens? I thought we had that straightened out. I’m not!
Sweetie: Well, that’s inconvenient.
Doodlebug: So what kind of day is this?
Me: I don’t know. An ordinary one? Maybe?
Sweetie: Boring!
Me: Boring can be good.
MoonCat: Ordinary? Boring? With no special bulldog nonsense? Sounds restful. Pardon me while I nap.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Owwww!
Sweetie: Lady Human, what is all that noise?
Me: You’re standing on my foot!
Sweetie: Oh, big deal!
Me: Yeah, big deal! You’re not exactly a featherweight.
Doodlebug: Here! Let me try. See if I’m a featherweight.
Me: Stop! I already know. You’re not.
MoonCat: And everybody wonders why I keep my paws tucked up under me all the time. Simple self defense.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Do you see where I am standing?
Sweetie: I see. I just don’t care. My feet belong where they are. Everybody else, take your feet away! Lady Human, back me up here.
Me: I’m just trying to move from Point A to Point B without tripping. I’ve got no dog in this fight.
Doodlebug: Uh, excuse me, ma’am, but you have two dogs in this fight. Clear passageways are important.
MoonCat: Bulldogs never know what’s really important. My cushion. My bowls. My places. Me. I’m important. I thought everybody knew that by now.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. What is that wonderful aroma floating on the air? Wait! I know!
Sweetie: No! I know it first! It’s meat cooking outside. It’s a grilling day! And about time, too!
Me: Well, someone is grilling, but it’s not us.
Sweetie: Whatever do you mean, Lady Human? Why in the world not?
Me: Barbecue grilling isn’t the only grilling going on outside today. Or didn’t you notice the heat?
MoonCat: Just keep the icy air box going, ma’am, and bring on the nice cold tunafish.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Those strange humans are back on our street, Lady Human!
Sweetie: Yeah, listen to all that noise! Let’s go!
Doodlebug: Yeah, let’s go chase ’em off!
Sweetie: BULLDOG CHARGE!
Me: Hold on just a second! Those are the trash collector people. The noise is from their big trucks. You don’t want to chase them off!
Sweetie: Who told them they could come snatch our trash away?
Doodlebug: Yeah! We may need that stuff someday…sometime…maybe.
Sweetie: If it doesn’t smell too bad. Save the garbage!
MoonCat: I think I’ll just find a nice out of the way spot where no one will see me. Best way to avoid nonsense.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Something must be done and I am just the one to do it!
Me: Do what?
Doodlebug: It better not involve my food.
Me: Just what are you going to do, Sweetie?
Sweetie: You’ll know it when you see it.
Me: I still don’t understand…
Sweetie: Stand aside, please. Coming through.
MoonCat: Once again, welcome to the inexplicable world of bulldogges.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Errrrrr…
Sweetie: Errrrrr yourself! My errrrrr is better than your errrrrr. You just sound like wah, wah, wah…
Doodlebug: Says who?
Sweetie: Says ME, that’s WHO!
Me: What’s all the noise about?
MoonCat: Nothing important enough to wake me from my nap, that’s what!
Sweetie: Where’s my snack? And where has the sun gone? How can I sunbathe without a sun to bathe in?
Doodlebug: And when it going to stop raining? Stupid sky!
Me: Anything else y’all want to complain about? No, forget I said that.
Sweetie: As a matter of fact…
Doodlebug: Don’t get me started.
Me: Too late for that apparently.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: The wind, Lady Human! The wind.
Me: Yeah, when I was a kid, we used to say that winds like this were likely to carry off anything not nailed down.
Doodlebug: It’s about to carry me off! Nail me down!
Bud: Nail. Nail.
Me: Don’t worry. Y’all are safe inside.
MoonCat: Good. Fussing time is naptime for me. Good night.
Sweetie: Nail me down, Lady Human, so I don’t blow away! I’m not that chubby! Really I’m not!
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Hey, y’all. It’s still pretty chilly. Here, Sweetie, try on this sweater I crocheted. Doodle, I have some more sweaters you can try…
Doodlebug: Nope.
Me: Well, go ahead and try this one, Sweetie.
Sweetie: Nope.
Me: It’s plenty big and nice and warm…
Sweetie: Nope.
Me: Okay, Doodlebug. You go ahead and…
Doodlebug: Noooooo.
Me: Come on, y’all.
Sweetie: Let me spell this like the humans do. NO!
Me: In that case, MoonCat…
MoonCat: Don’t even look in my direction.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Look! Look! See!
Me: See what? Where?
Sweetie: The ground! It’s back! Right where it belongs.
Me: You mean the snow is pretty much gone.
Sweetie: And the earth has returned.
MoonCat: Oh my! Bulldogs. I give up.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human! Help! It is awful! And cold! And white! And wet! And weird! And it’s falling from the sky!
Me: It’s snow.
Doodlebug: Why?
Me: Conditions just got right and there it is. Snow.
Sweetie: Make it stop.
Me: It’ll do that soon enough on it’s own.
Sweetie: NO! NOW!
MoonCat: Calm down, silly bully. Do what sane animals like cats do. Take a nap.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: You look disgruntled, boy.
Doodlebug: If disgruntled is the human word for COLD, then I am DISGRUNTLED!
Sweetie: It’s just another case of the humans not managing things very well.
MoonCat: Oh, dogs, dogs, dogs. Get snuggled down in your blankets and cushions. Tuck your chunky bulldog paws under you. Then bury your gigantic noses in a pillow. Simply compensate for human mismanagement
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Don’t look now, but the beady eyed birds are staring.
Doodlebug: At what?
Sweetie: I said don’t look!
Me: Why are you all agitated?
Doodlebug: Sweetie thinks the little budgies are staring at us.
Me: Well, apparently they are.
Sweetie: They’re invading our space with their eyeballs.
MoonCat: I don’t mind. When someone stares at me, it just means that they’re admitting the truth. I’m good to look at.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: How come you’re so quiet, Lady Human?
Me: I’m just thinking.
Doodlebug: Uh-oh.
MoonCat: A human thinking. Never a good thing. Hide!
Me: No, nothing bad. It’s just another holiday. New Year’s.
Sweetie: Where is its tree?
Me: New Year’s doesn’t get its own tree.
Doodlebug: Poor New Year’s. What does it get?
Me: Some people party. Some people cook a bunch of food. Some people shoot off fireworks. And some people like me are just quiet and think a lot. About the past. About the future.
Sweetie: About the food? Where are those food people? Let’s go New Year with them!
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. What is that laying in your hand, Lady Human?
Sweetie: It looks like…IT IS! ONE OF OUR PARAKEETS!
Me: NO! No, it’s not! Look! Both of our parakeets are still here! Tall Man found this little parakeet outside on the patio fence. He must have flown in and sat down and…passed away.
MoonCat: I had nothing to do with that.
Me: I know, girl. I guess this little guy escaped from his home, wherever that was. He was lost. And it’s been so cold these last few mornings that he just couldn’t make it and…
Doodlebug: He flew here because it was safe.
Me: But it was too late and we didn’t know about him.
MoonCat: And he perched on our fence.
Sweetie: Why did he come here? He could have gone anywhere.
Me: Maybe…
Sweetie: The Great Creator. He knew.
Me: This is so strange. Nothing like this has ever happened to us before.
Doodlebug: Just like when we all came here. Not an accident.
Me: The Lord Jesus said something very interesting about little birds. He said that the fall of even a tiny sparrow doesn’t happen without the Heavenly Father’s notice.
Sweetie: He should have a name. Everyone should have a name.
Me: All right. I’m going to call him ‘Little Tejas’. It’s the name of our home. Texas. It comes from an old Caddoan word that means ‘friend’.
Doodlebug: A little friend just passing through.
Me: Well, he’s home now.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lots of human food, Lady Human.
Me: Yep. Thanksgiving is food heavy. But it’s really about thanking the Great Creator of All for every good thing.
Sweetie: Like food.
Me: Yep.
MoonCat: And soft pillows.
Me: Yep.
Doodlebug: And not having to pee in the rain.
Sweetie: That one is at the top of every bulldog’s “thankful for” list.
Me: It’s pretty high up there on my “thankful for” list, too.
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