Bulldog Thanksgiving – Conversations with the Big Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: Happy Thanksgiving, y’all. Say something you thank the Great Creator for.

Sweetie: I don’t know.

Me: Well, think about it.

Baby and Bud: Tweet. Thanks for warm.

Doodlebug: Thanks for tons and tons of food.

Me: Sounds about right. Sweetie?

Sweetie: Thanks that I am a bulldog and not something else like a poodle…

Me: I like poodles. I’ve known some.

Sweetie: …or a human.

Me: Yeah. I’ve known some of them, too.

MoonCat: Don’t feel badly, Lady Human. I’m thankful for humans. They know how to put tuna in a can.

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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 Sneaky Human Problem – Part 2 – Conversations with the Big Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: The problem with sneaky humans is you can’t live with them and you can’t live without them. You know, treats and food and water and a roof and blankets…

Doodlebug: You may even love them. Hey, birdies, what do you do about cold feet in the winter?

Bud and Baby: Eck. Eck. Sit on them. Warm feathers, warm feet.

MoonCat: The most sensible thing I’ve ever heard. What a nice change.

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Warning! Giant Walking Through! – Conversations with the Big Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: What’s going on? Lots of bird yelling!

Bud and Baby: AAACCCKKK! GIANT! GIANT WALKING!

Me: Hey, y’all, no big deal. It’s only Tall Man.

Sweetie: Yeah, you see him every day.

Bud and Baby: NO! A GIANT! TOO BIG!

Doodlebug: No, he’s not too tall. He’s taller than me and you don’t hear me complaining.

MoonCat: No complaints here either. He can get my treats off the top shelf, clear out of the reach of any bulldog.

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Clean the Floor – Conversations with the Big Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English  Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, what are you doing?

Me: Same as every day. Cleaning spots on the floor.

Sweetie: Wait! That smells interesting. Let me have it.

Me: No, no, no. That is some mess that got tracked in.

Doodlebug: Still interesting. Let me have a look.

Me: Nope! Hey, cut it out. Stop licking the floor!

Sweetie: Just trying to help.

MoonCat: Sane beasts keep their tongues in their mouths. As I do.

Bud and Baby: Click. Click. Click. Floor too clean. Throw seeds around!

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Parakeet Hair – Conversation with the Big Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: I must file another complaint, Lady Human.

Me: Oh, must you? And we have an official file now?

Sweetie: Yes, you always say keep everything in good order.

MoonCat: And good order would apply to a bulldog how?

Sweetie: The parakeets are shedding hair all over the place.

Me: Parakeets don’t have hair to shed.

Doodlebug: But there’s all this fluff here.

Me: Feathers. And what’s all this fluff here? Looks like…bulldog hair!

MoonCat: As usual, fluff and nonsense.

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How Come Parakeets Can’t Talk Normal? – Conversations with the Big Pack

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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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The Parakeet Dictionary – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: I’m confused.

MoonCat: Is that new and unusual?

Me: What’s the confusion?

Sweetie: Those chattering birds.

Me: The parakeets.

Sweetie: Whatever. I need a word book to understand them.

Me: Like a dictionary?

Doodlebug: Like a “this means this” and “that means that” book, because they make no sense at all and they only talk birdy talk all the time.

MoonCat: Excuse me, please, while I spend my day in a worthwhile pursuit – naptime.

Doodlebug: Start pencil scratching, Lady Human. First word: “Ack”. Always said in a loud voice.

Me: Well, I’m not sure, but it seems to mean they’re excited.

Sweetie: ACK!

Me: Oh, that’s way loud!

Sweetie: I’m bulldog excited! Okay, keep writing! Next word…

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Everything Not Nailed Down – Conversations with the Big Pack

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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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It’s Rude to Stare – Conversations with the Pack

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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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The Passing of Little Friend – Conversations with the Pack

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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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Monsters – Conversations with the Parakeet Pack

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Me: So how are y’all doing?

Bud: Eeeeek! Eeek! Eek!

Baby: EEEKK!!!

Me: Okay…still losing a bunch in translation here. Was that a happy eek? Or an angry eek? or…

Bud: Monsters!

Baby: Uh-huh. Yep!

Me: Do you mean the bulldogs and the cat?

Bud: Eeek! Chirp. Sharp mouth things.

Baby: Yep. Monsters with sharp mouth things.

Me: You mean teeth. Yeah. But they won’t hurt you. They can’t get to you. I know they’re big and take some getting used to.

Bud: Don’t get used to monsters.

Baby:  Yep. Never get used to monsters. Bad idea. Chirp. But thank you for the millet spray. Chirp. Good idea.

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Beady Little Eyes – Conversations with Doodlebug & Sweetie

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: They’re doing it again, Lady Human. Those tiny birds are staring at us.

Me: Maybe you’re fun to stare at.

Doodlebug: How can they see anything with those beady little eyes?

Sweetie: They need to get big ole bulldog eyes like ours.

Me: A bulldog eye would be bigger than a parakeet’s entire head.

Doodlebug: Ooooo! Great!

Sweetie: Yeah! Cool! I vote for that!

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Speak Plainer – Part 1 Conversations with the Big Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Look at me, birds!

Me: Look at that! They turned their heads!

Sweetie: Talk to me! What are their names, Lady Human?

Me: That tall one I call “Bud” and the smaller one I call “Baby”. For now. I may change that later.

Doodlebug: I’m glad you didn’t name me that. “Doodlebug” is just fine.

Sweetie: Hey, birds. I can’t understand you! Speak plainer! Why do they keep squeaking, Lady Human?

Me: That’s their dialect, you might say.

Doodlebug: I don’t understand.

Sweetie: I don’t get it.

MoonCat: Why does that not surprise me?

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Is It Something to Eat? – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Me, first! Me, first!

Me: You first what?

Sweetie: Me first to get the food you have in your hands!

Me: Who says I have food in my hands?

Doodlebug: Aw, Lady Human, the only things you ever have in your hands are food or some mess we made that you just cleaned up. And what you’re carrying right now does not smell like a mess.

Me: Well, it’s not, but it’s not our kind of food either. It’s food for the parakeets.

Sweetie: That counts!

MoonCat: No. I guarantee you. It does not.

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Bulldog 101 – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, those tiny chickens in the house…

Me: Parakeets.

Sweetie: Yeah, if you say so. Anyway, they talk funny. I can’t understand them. Teach them to talk in bulldog.

MoonCat: Oh, yes, please, like that will make everything plain.

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What Do You Mean There Are Birds in Our House? – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, there are two tiny chickens in our house.

Me: Not chickens. Parakeets.

Sweetie: I think what Doodle means is, THERE ARE BIRDS IN OUR HOUSE! You have always said that birds do not belong in the house.

Me: No, I said chickens don’t belong in the house. These are parakeets. They are a gift to me from Tall Man.

MoonCat: If they don’t bother me, I won’t bother them. Deal? Deal.

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