Silence, Please! – Conversations with the Big Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Roo Roo the Rooster is at it again, Lady Human.

Doodlebug: Yeah, he needs one of those clocks we were talking about because it is way past sunup.

Sweetie: And he is way too loud. Is he in a contest or something?

Baby and Bud: AACCKK! Loud enough?

Me: Sorry, y’all. His head is bigger and his throat is wider than yours. A different fowl altogether.

Baby and Bud: Awwww.

Me: You’re plenty loud on your own.

MoonCat: I’m glad somebody finally said it.

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The Loudest Mouths – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, how come birds are so loud, louder than anything else, louder than bulldogs?

Me: You mean because of the cacophony we were just treated to from the chickens and the parakeets?

Doodlebug: It doesn’t seem right.

Sweetie: They squawk and yell and cockadoodle-doo for no reason at all.

Doodlebug: And it doesn’t make sense.

MoonCat: Hmmm. Doesn’t seem right and doesn’t make sense. Sounds like some four-legged critters I know.

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