I am with Stella, the Olde English Bulldogge, Queen and Squirrel Fighter.
Stella: FLYING Squirrel Fighter!
Me: That remains to be seen. And by the way, the squirrel is still in the front pecan tree, engorging himself and throwing pecan shells on me when I pass by.
Stella: Jerky McSquirrelyFace and I will meet on the Field of Battle one day. Then we shall see who emerges victorious.
Me: The squirrel, probably.
Stella: AAGGGHH! You would bet against me? Lady Human, for shame!
Me: Well, the squirrel is fast. He climbs trees. He can run over rooftops. He jumps crazy far. He hides so well that you can look right at him and not see him.
Stella: I can do all that.
Me: Stella the Bulldog. Remember.
Stella: So I may have to practice a bit. You’ll see. But I have a more urgent problem. Wiggles peed on my sunbath spot.
Me: I believe that everyone, except for me and Tall Man, of course, has peed on your sunbath spot at one time or another. Everyone including you.
Stella: If I pee on my own spot, that is my business. Still, you are the management and I am making a formal complaint.
Me: I have noticed a lot of selfishness among the bulldogs about the sunbathing area lately.
Stella: Exactly, which is why we need a reservation system. And the reservation system says that the spot in the middle is mine all the time. No trespassing. No public bathroom. Oh, and I reserve the time slot when the sun shines at the best angle, not too hot, not too cool, just right.
Me: What about the others? It sounds like you are trying to hog the sun.
Stella: Pigs have nothing to do with it. Don’t let pigs come on my sunbathing spot! There is no telling what they might leave behind.
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