Chicken Patrol – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Hup, 2, 3, 4. Hup, 2, 3, 4.

Me: What, may I ask, is going on here?

Sweetie: Chicken patrol.

Me: I can see that all the chickens are hunkered down in their coop.

Sweetie: Mission accomplished.

Doodlebug: Better hunkered down in safety than hunkered down out in the open.

Me: Okay, everybody off duty now and back in the house.

Sweetie: But the chickens will start running around.

Me: As they should. It’s full daylight and no storms are expected.

MoonCat: Chickens in charge of the yard? Sounds a little fowl to me…Sorry. I had to.

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Bulldog Territory – Part 1 Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: I have made up the schedule for patrolling our Bulldog Territory.

Me: “Made up” being the operative term.

Sweetie: Rule 1: No possums allowed at any time.

Me: Except when they come in anyway.

Sweetie: Rule 2: Humans are only allowed outside at posted times and in posted places.

Me: Exactly how are you going to post these things?

Doodlebug: Watch for the risen paw. Stop. Turn around. Go inside.

Me: By what authority do you tell me, a human being, whether or not I can go outside in my own yard?

MoonCat: Well, this is going down like a lead balloon. Everybody steer clear. Including possums.

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