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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