Hello, I am Stella, the Olde English Bulldogge, and I am concerned….
Me: I usually make the introductions, Stella.
Stella: I am taking that over today because I am concerned that the humans have lost their minds.
Me: I beg your pardon?
Stella: Yes, you should. What is going on? I’ll tell you what is going on.
Me: Then why ask?
Stella: Craziness is going on. Old-fashioned human craziness. Perturbation has taken me over.
Me: Where did you hear the word “perturbation”?
Stella: From you.
Me: I don’t think so. It’s not that I mind the word. I just wonder where you learned it.
Stella: The dogs were passing it around at the vet’s office and the puppies brought it home the other week. You like long words. I figured that they heard it from you while you were showing off in front of the vet lady.
Me: Stella, I don’t show off in front of the vet. What would I show off? My ignorance? And why would I use a word like “perturbation” there?
Stella: Because we are bulldogs and we are perturbing?
Me: Oh, all right then, why has perturbation taken you over? What is the human craziness?
Stella: You switched Snoopey’s and Tiger’s crates without asking.
Me: Yes, Tiger’s crate is now by you where Snoopey’s used to be and Snoopey’s crate is where Tiger’s used to be. We don’t need to ask them. We are the humans, remember?
Stella: I don’t care that you didn’t ask them. I care that you didn’t ask me. How would you like to get a new neighbor all of a sudden and no one asked you first?
Me: New neighbors show up next to humans all the time and no one asks first. We are going to have a new neighbor soon and nobody asked us.
Stella: Who is this new neighbor of ours?
Me: I don’t know yet. They just bought the place. They haven’t moved in.
Stella: I think I don’t like that either. Are they dog people or…no! Are they cat people? No! No more cats. How could you let this happen?
Me: I don’t know if they are cat people. I don’t know anything about them. Back to this crate issue. We placed Tiger by you in the hope that you and she would start getting along better if you became crate neighbors for a while.
Stella: Why me? Tiger is always challenging Snoopey. Make them be crate neighbors.
Me: We may do that.
Stella: Why do you humans change things when they were going so well?
Me: A little change every once in a while is okay. Why don’t you just tell Tiger, “Howdy, Neighbor!” and let it be?
Stella: I am used to Snoopey.
Me: Snoopey is still here. And her crate is only across the room.
Stella: I am still filled with perturbation.
Me: As you said, you are a bulldog and pretty much always perturbed. But I understand. It takes effort to be a good neighbor to a new neighbor.
Stella: Pooh! She had better not pollute my airspace.
Me: If she does, just bury your nose in your bed until it passes.
“…Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.” (Mark 12:31 KJV)
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