I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: I am a little fuzzy on the whole queen thing. Can you give the bulldogs commands? Will they mind you?
Stella: Can I? I can. Do I? All the time. Will they mind? Quien sabe? Did you notice that? I answered in Spanish. I am a bilingual dog! Yay me!
Me: If you say so.
Stella: I know you, Lady Human. You would not be bringing this question up if there were not something you want me to order the bulldogs to do.
Me: Yes. PLEASE, no more extended barking during the dark.
Stella: Who was doing that?
Me: You know who.
Stella: Was it me?
Me: No. Wait. Wouldn’t you know if you were barking?
Stella: Not if I were in the middle of one of my wonderful Flying Stella squirrel chasing dreams. Wonderful. Flying. Me.
Me: No, it was not you. It was Miss Sweetie. It was 5 a.m., really 4 a.m. if you don’t go by Daylight Savings Time, also known as Fake Time. Not a sunray in sight and she was popping off and nothing was wrong. It was pitch dark and I was trying to sleep.
Stella: Of course, nothing was wrong. And that was not barking.
Me: You could’ve fooled me.
Stella: We often do, Lady Human. You notice that no one else joined in.
Me: So, she was not barking even though it sounded just like barking.
Stella: It was Bulldog Poetry. Sweetie is a Bulldog Poet like me.
Me: What was she saying?
Stella: Oh, I don’t know. It was pitch dark and I was trying to sleep.
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