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
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!
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’.
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