May 28, 2024, 6:05 a.m.
I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: The sky is wailing, Lady Human. Please tell it to shut up.
Me: That’s the Tornado Warning.
Sweetie: So this is another human mess.
Me: Well, the siren is human, but no, we did not invent tornadoes.
Doodlebug: Don’t they know some of us are trying to sleep?
MoonCat: They don’t care about such things. Interruptions are their forte.
Me: Nobody is supposed to sleep just now. That siren says they have detected a hook cloud in the county. That means nearby.
Sweetie: Does this mean an early breakfast?
Me: It can. Is that why you came to get me?
Sweetie: No, I came to get you because I love you. And I wanted to visit with you. And to see if I could get an early breakfast.
BOOM!
Sweetie: Oh, Lady Humaaannn. The patio door’s open.
Me: Oh, great! The wind blew it open! The latch can’t hold it. I’ll have to.
Doodlebug: If the door’s open, we can all go outside to pee.
Me: Nobody is going outside to do anything. We are hunkering down. Except for me. I’m holding the door closed. Yay.
MoonCat: Consider me hunkered down. Y’all sleep tight.
Doodlebug: How long will this go on?
Me: Until the storm passes.
Sweetie: Who turned off the lights? How am I supposed to see my breakfast…when it eventually gets here?
Me: Power’s off. And now we’ve lost the phone and the internet, too.
Doodlebug: Point me in the right direction. I’ll go sniff ’em out.
Me: Sorry, Doodle. It don’t work that way.
Sweetie: The door is pushing you, Lady Human! Bulldog it! You’re plenty big enough!
Me: At least the steel gate is holding. That’s working.
Sweetie: Nothing else around here seems to be. Okay, time for early breakfast!
Me: Sorry, girl. You’ll have to wait until I can let go of the door.
Sweetie: See, Doodle! Keeping the wind and rain out of the house is more important to humans than breakfast. They have their priorities all wrong.
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