Hello again, Humans. I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I have another story to tell.
Once upon a time about an hour ago, I heard my old nemesis, Jerky McSquirrelyFace, chuckling at me from the big red oak tree. For a squirrel, he laughs entirely too much.
I tried to ignore him, but Jerky likes to throw things on dogs and people, hence the name “Jerky”. Jerky makes ignorance impossible.
I decided enough is enough. Two can play that game and one of them is a bulldog.
Every thrown acorn became ammunition for me. I picked up the acorns with my mouth, spit them into the air, and batted them at Jerky with my big bulldog paws.
Soon the air filled with acorns flying up and down and sideways. Jerky was fast, but I was faster.
I discovered something about squirrels today. They are not bulldoggy. They give up. We don’t.
Jerky ran through the branches, jumped over the fence, and disappeared.
What does that mean? I WON! The score: Bulldogs 1 – Squirrels 0.
Control of the yard is mine as it should be. It’s good to be the queen.
Signed, Queen Stella
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