I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: There’s that humming again outside the kitchen window.
Me: It’s the wind, doing its thing.
Doodlebug: Why can’t its thing be quieter?
Sweetie: First, it was whistling. Now it’s humming. I don’t recognize the song so I can’t even hum along. I know. I’ll hum my own song! That’ll teach that wind a lesson.
MoonCat: What lesson would that be? That bulldogs can’t carry a tune?
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Lady Human, look out the window. That tree is waving to us!
Me: The wind is shaking that thin branch.
Doodlebug: It’s bouncing up and down. It must be happy. Hey, cats can climb trees. I saw it on the Big Picture Box. Go climb it, MoonCat!
MoonCat: I never climb bouncing trees. Not good cat sense. I think it is nodding in agreement with me that we want the winds to settle down. Just a thought.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: What is that dark blob in the middle of the Big Picture Box?
Me: That’s a radar image of a huge storm called a hurricane.
Sweetie: It’s ugly.
Me: Yeah, more than you know.
Doodlebug: We had a big storm. The huge oak tree got knocked over onto our house. Remember?
Me: True. That was a hurricane force wind in a big storm, but not a hurricane.
Sweetie: That was scary. So loud. And later those men came and banged on our roof all day. Is that wind blob coming here?
Me: No, it’s far away and headed a different direction. Others are in its path though.
Sweetie: What should we do?
Me: Pray.
MoonCat: Can we schedule not to have any more of those fierce winds? You see, I don’t weigh very much.
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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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