Stella and I are hashing out one of my issues today, not that I expect to get far with it.
Stella: What does that mean? “Get far with it.” Does that mean you are going on a camping trip far away? Noooo!!! Not without me! I hate camping. I still don’t understand why we do it, but I want to go if you are.
Me: That’s so sweet, Stella!
Stella: Not sweet. I get bored when you are not around.
Me: Still sweet. I must be a little bit interesting if you get bored without me.
Stella: You throw the bouncy toys in the yard.
Me: You don’t like the bouncy toys.
Stella: I know, but you make the effort anyway.
Me: What about Tall Man?
Stella: He is not a bouncy toy sort of human. He is a walk around sort of human. When you are not here, we just walk around, looking at stuff. Who needs to look at what we have already seen? And he won’t let us play the cat chasing game.
Me: Ah, you admit it at last. It is all a game. It is not about catching the cat at all.
Stella: Who would actually want to catch a cat? Yuck!
Me: On to my question. When you come in from outside, why must you ram the door the second that I open it? You knock past me every time. Even when I get down close to your face and tell you to enter calmly, you blow in like the last thunderstorm, do your Stella Hop around the room, and only then do you settle down.
Stella: I don’t understand the problem.
Me: You hit the door like a battering ram. In fact, the ancient Romans could have used you on some of their military campaigns. I have tried to stop you. I set myself against the door and open it slowly and BAM! Here you come blasting in.
Stella: I don’t understand the problem.
Me: All the other bulldogs WALK through the door, sometimes a little fast, but still they walk in.
Stella: When they walk in, they are not being bulldogs. I am a bulldog. I am Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges as I have made abundantly clear on many occasions. I don’t simply enter a room. I make my presence known. Everybody knows when Stella is in the building.
Me: Could you maybe be a little less bulldoggy when you come in?
Stella: Less bulldoggy? NEVER!
Me: Well, you heard it from the dog’s mouth. Until next time, farewell from me and Stella the Battering Ram.
Stella: Hmmph! That’s Queen Stella to you, Lady Human! And do not forget it!
Me: How could I?
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