Hello! I am Stella. I am an Olde English Bulldogge. I am a Queen. I am Illustrious. I am Noble. And my Lady Human is looking at me weird which means she has a question on her head.
Me: In my head, not on it.
Stella: Uh-oh. How will you get it out?
Me: I will ask it.
Stella: So questions come from the mouth part of your head.
Me: Questions form in my mind and then my brain communicates them through my mouth.
Stella: I don’t have that problem. All the parts of my head work together at the same time. It’s one big head. What question does your mouth want to ask?
Me: I’ve been noticing that you hardly ever stand up when you eat. You lie down next to your bowl and grab a mouthful every now and then.
Stella: It’s the best way. I’ve seen you do it yourself except you balance your bowl on your stomach. That’s hard for a bulldog. Round belly. No hands. Besides, it is easier to watch the Picture Box.
Me: Your reclining reminded me of the Ancient Romans. They reclined on couches when they ate.
Stella: Ancient Romans. Are they bulldogs?
Me: No, they were humans who lived a long, long time ago.
Stella: That’s not nearly so cool. Humans are boring.
Me: It was probably only the rich and the Caesars who did that.
Stella: See-sars. Like those things at the park that go up and down?
Me: No. Caesars were leaders, more like…
Stella: QUEENS!
Me: Uh-oh. Well, kings. Never mind. Forget I said anything. I’m sorry I brought it up.
Stella: I am eating like ancient Roman queens. I knew it ran in the family.
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