I am here with Stella, the Olde English Bulldogge and, lest I forget, their Queen.
Stella: Thank you, Lady Human, for giving me my due.
Me: No prob, Bob.
Stella: Who is Bob? Is he another bulldog?
Stella: What was in that bag you brought in awhile ago?
Me: Just some special food for tonight.
Stella: I smelled it. It is wonderful.
Me: I noticed you working your nose.
Stella: Did you really think that you could sneak it past me? What is it?
Me: Barbeque beef brisket, barbeque ribs, potato salad, fried okra. That’s all.
Stella: That’s enough. I’ll take mine right over here.
Me: Mmmm. I don’t think the barbeque sauce will be good for you. It might upset your stomach.
Stella: A risk worth taking.
Me: Nope. I’ll see if I can pull some pieces out that have no sauce on them.
Stella: And po-ta-to salad? And fried okra?
Me: Not worth a griping belly. Not worth itchy skin patches.
Stella: I beg to differ.
Me: Differ away. Oh, and in the interest of full disclosure, those treats that you call chicken bacon jerky, truth be told, there is no bacon in them.
Stella: Yes, there is.
Me: No, there isn’t.
Stella: What? Not fair! Where is the bacon?
Me: Not in those treats. Just chicken.
Stella: It cannot be.
Me: It is. But if knowing that fact means that you don’t like them anymore, I can always give them to the others…
Stella: NO! That won’t be necessary. I will make the sacrifice and eat them, even without the bacon.
Me: You don’t have to.
Stella: It is all right. I will force myself to choke them down. By the way, do you have any of those handy?
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