I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: What’s with all the grumble faces?
Sweetie: Are you calling us ugly?
Me: By no means, but you do look a little serious.
Sweetie: Doodlebug! Maybe now is the time to present her with all our complaints…uh… requests.
MoonCat: Grumble faces? That must be a human and dog problem. I always wear the same face. That way no one can tell what I’m thinking. Keep ’em guessing.
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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Nope. Nope.
Me: Oh, come on, girl. It won’t take but a few seconds.
Stella: Nope. My face belongs to me.
Me: Does the dirt in your folds and in your nose rope belong to you, too?
Stella: If you want to wash a face, wash your own.
Me: I do. Nobody else offers and I can’t wait around.
Stella: Hands away! Hands away!
Me: No, Stella, it’s face washing time.
Stella: I’ll show you! I’ll scrunch my face up.
Me: I am patient. You can’t hold that scrunch for long.
Stella: Hey, I am a bulldog. I can scrunch my face forever. How about washing Sweetie’s face? She’s silly. She’ll let you.
Miss Sweetie: Sure, Lady Human! Here is my face. Wipe away.
Me: I will in a little bit, Sweetie. We have to catch Stella while we can.
Stella: I don’t understand you, Sweetie. Allowing face washing without a struggle. Pffft! Your attitude is most un-bulldoggy.
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