The Growling Sky – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, dogs are growling in the sky. Let us at ’em!

Sweetie: How dare they interrupt our sleep with their noise!

Me: That’s just thunder. No dogs are making that noise.

Doodlebug: And lights are flashing. The storm dogs are wearing light-up collars so they don’t get lost in the sky.

Me: Nope, that’s lightning.

Sweetie: It sounds like a pack of bulldogs having a party. Maybe they’ll jump down here and join us.

MoonCat: Oh, joy. Oh, bliss. Imagine! Bulldogs raining from the sky.

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Who Is Throwing Ice Cubes? – Conversations with Doodlebug and Sweetie

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. The sky is screaming again, Lady Human.

Me: Stay calm and stay inside, y’all. That’s just the storm siren.

Sweetie: Just? Just?

Me: We’re alright.

Sweetie: The sky is throwing ice cubes at us! Is that alright? What is it trying to do? Make iced tea?

Me: That’s hail. It’s one reason we have a roof and walls.

Doodlebug: What are the other reasons? What else is the sky plotting to chunk at us?

Sweetie: I am going to write a strongly worded letter to the humans in charge of weather. Whoever that is, they are not doing a good job!

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