
“When sleepytime comes, SLEEP! Ignore the loud mouths.”
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“When sleepytime comes, SLEEP! Ignore the loud mouths.”
©️ 2026. H.J. Hill. All Rights Reserved.

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Roo-Roo the Rooster is roostering all over the place. Well, I’ll show him. He can’t out rooster a bulldog.
Me: You don’t have to hold a contest. In fact, PLEASE don’t hold a contest!
Sweetie: I’m all fired up and raring to go! Read my lips, Roo-Roo!

MoonCat: Let’s hope the motor mouths run out of gas before too long.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. That other fella is Roo-Roo the Rooster. He is not a bulldog.

Sweetie: Lady Human, how come he keeps hitting the dirt with his pointy mouth?
Me: He’s looking for something to eat.
Doodlebug: But those big food bowls are right over there. Why work so hard to find nothing?
Me: There’s always hope.

MoonCat: You will never find tunafish by pecking in the dirt. Just saving you some time. You’re welcome.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, that big loud fancy bird outside is acting weird.

Sweetie: Yeah, it’s pretending to be a parakeet and is sitting on a stick.
Me: He is a rooster and he is roosting.
Doodlebug: How come we can’t do that?
Me: Your feet aren’t made the same way.
Doodlebug: How come?
Me: For so it seemed good to the Great Creator.

MoonCat: Flat sturdy ground beneath my delicate little feet. So it seems good to me, too.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Lady Human, Roo-Roo the Rooster is showing off again. I’m throwing a piece of my mind at him.
Me: Don’t throw too much.
Roo-Roo: Cockadoodle Doooo!
Sweetie: Cockadoodle Ruff Ruff right back at you! I win!
Doodlebug: That’s not even good nonsense.

MoonCat: Good nonsense. Sounds like something a bulldog would know all about.
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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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