Stormy Memory – Conversations with the Pack

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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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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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