I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, but you probably know that. What you do not know is that Lady Human has decided that we bulldogs are robots that will do anything she orders us to do. After all this time, she has forgotten that we have pride. We are tenacious. We follow our own rules. We are bulldoggy. So, what do you think of that, Lady Human.
Me: Treat?
Stella: Sure. Don’t mind if I do.
Me: Okay, when you go into your crate.
Stella: Wait! That’s what I was talking about. You believe that you can get us to do anything just for a treat.
Me: I don’t believe it. I know it.
Stella: We are not robots.
Me: Treat?
Stella: Sure.
Me: Okay, go into your crate.
Stella: Okie Dokie. Hold on! I will not! Well, will I still get a treat if I don’t?
Me: No free treats right now. I have to go to the grocery store and you know that it’s not safe for you all if you are all roaming free while Tall Man and I are both gone.
Stella: I know. Bulldog mischief. But we will not be bullied! We are not your robots, obeying your every command! We will fight your human dictatorship!
Me: Oh, look! I just threw a treat into your crate.
Stella: Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Oh, boy! I’ll get that! Mmmmm! That was a good one. Hey, you shut the door! Oh, not fair!
Me: What’s not fair? You got your treat and you won’t get into trouble while I’m gone.
Stella: You just wait, Lady Human!
Me: Wait for what?
Stella: The Great Bulldog Robot Uprising.
Me: Okay, let me know when that is going to happen. I will need about a week’s notice.
Stella: Sure thing!
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